Today Jack pooped on the potty. I don't know why but I just said, "Great!" instead of singing the song and doing the dance. I was running around with the dog in the back yard yesterday and I tripped over the sprinkler line, flew through the air and landed far away on my side. That might explain my forgetfulness regarding the poop song, and my lack of desire to do the death defying poop dance celebration. No worries, Jack had his own congratulatory session.
"I pooped on the potty and that's impressive. It's incredible. And awesome. It's incredibly awesome."
This is going to sound sort of petty and mean, but I couldn't help but think, "He sure has an impressive vocabulary for someone who frequently craps in his pants."