Big Business

Since I could tell mama/papa that I was going to ... err poop, as in say "Yak" and gesticulate by patting on my butt, Papa had gone out and bought a Frisbee like contraption for me. And whenever I gesticulate the "going to poop" signal, Mama would whisked me off my feet, peel off my clothes and make me sit on the Frisbee on top of the pedestal. Then, she would cajole me by talking and singing to me, trying to get me to finish my ... errr business. But who in the world does this pooping thingy au naturel? Someone hand me my diapers please. Really, I couldn't do it. It's so weird. So after a several minutes, mama would just relent and put me in my diapers for me to do it normally... woo hoo!!! But what I've heard from my parents' conversations, they are going to persevere in making me poop using the Frisbee. Well, I'll persevere too in pooping in my diapers for as long as I can... hihihi.