I’ll be right back. You sit and make a poop.
“Okay, Mommy,” she said, in her sweet high pitch voice.
Ivy sprinted to the laundry room. My last chore, then I can put my feet up.
Instead shock covered Ivy’s face as she gazed upon her 18 month olds mess.
“Nikki, what have you done?”
“I cover the poop with paper and powder just like you.”
“Honey, I clean-up the poop, then, add the powder. You put the poop and the powder together. But, you’re a good girl because you pooped in the potty.” Great job!
Goodbye to rest.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
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