Tonight I came home and Jason was happy. He was jumpimg and screaming at my math book, "Daddy, look at the beautiful triangles and circles!"
Poo said, "of course, he is happy, because he didn't poop for three days. I had to stick that 'what do you call it?' up his 'you know what.' Now he has pooped, so he is happy."
No, I don't know what you call it. And I'm glad I am a teacher, because a mother's job is the hardest.
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