So, I’ve been meaning to post this for a week now, but I just haven’t found the time to sit down and share this story. It’s funny enough that I have to move past my perfectionist state of “do it right, or not at all” and just do it anyway. So here it is, a week late.

Last Saturday, Ethan turned 4 years old.

Here are a couple of pictures from his birthday:

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Licking the cake batter from the mixing bowl.

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Bulldozer Cake

Anyway, on the morning of his birthday, my parents called to wish him a happy birthday, and in the course of the conversation, Ethan announced to my mom that he was never going to poop again!

You might ask what prompted such a sudden, yet fervent expression of disdain for this particular bodily function. Believe it or not, I had the gall to tell him that when he turned four, he would become responsible for wiping himself.

Since this time, he has realized the impossibility of this goal, so he has amended it slightly. He now aims to fill the toilet as much as possible, in an attempt to get rid of all his poop, so he never has to poop again. Good luck with that, Ethan!

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