As M. is upstairs banging his head against the crib I'm talking to my Mom on Skype. Says she of the great advice: It's time for potty training. And if he makes a nice poop, you reward him. I'm like, reward him with what? With chocolate! But mom, Milan doesn't eat chocolate. Well, yeah, that poor little thing never gets to eat anything good. Never even gets a cookie or sweets. That poor little thing. I'm going to send him a care package. And my Dad goes, yeah, you can show him pictures of other kids pooping so he will get used to it, and you know he can eat "Kinderschokolade." It's especially made for kids. Yeah, it's so good for you, I had seven fillings by the time I was 7. That might be a bit hyperbolic. But still.
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