Early Sunday morning, Sam had to use the potty, and he missed the target a bit. I gently pointed out his error (after discovering it with my bare feet), gave him some toilet paper, and asked him to clean it up. He was happy to oblige. During the course of the cleaning session, Sam said, "You know Daddy misses sometimes, too? I think he came up here and did this." (Note: It was 6:30 a.m., and Bruce was sleeping in our bedroom downstairs.) Sam continued, "If you ask him, he'll say he didn't. But he won't be telling the truth."
I'm afraid.
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