Mastering the Non-Sequitor
Dear Michael:
One day this weekend, you woke up from your nap with the decleration of "I'm poopy!"
As I take off your pants to change your diaper, you ask me "Where's the tiger?" In your jungle themes nursery there is a small tiger garbage can on the changing table. So I point to it: "There's the tiger."
"Oh, there's the Tiger!"
At which point, I've discovered that you were, in fact, not poopy. "Michael, you're not poopy."
Then Mommy comes in to say hi, so you update her on the goings-on.
"I'm not poopy. There's the tiger!"
As I take off your pants to change your diaper, you ask me "Where's the tiger?" In your jungle themes nursery there is a small tiger garbage can on the changing table. So I point to it: "There's the tiger."
"Oh, there's the Tiger!"
At which point, I've discovered that you were, in fact, not poopy. "Michael, you're not poopy."
Then Mommy comes in to say hi, so you update her on the goings-on.
"I'm not poopy. There's the tiger!"
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