Libby: "There was no toilet paper in the bathroom at school today. I like the kind of poops where it just comes out hard and there is nothing left behind."
Amen sister. Can I get a Hallelujah?
Also, Libby is about to turn seven. I just reread this and realized poop talk, like a lot of things, becomes less cute the older they get.
Oy. Seven years.
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