It's official. Raisin has a pooping place.
I've heard stories how diapered kids sometimes find a regular secret spot to do their business. A few visits back, my niece Izzy ducked behind our wood-burning stove to do hers (luckily, there was no fire). So I wondered if little e would ever have himself a pooping place.
Recent observation concludes the answer is a resounding yes. Seems he prefers the comfort of the north end of the dining table -- not quite under the table, and somewhat hidden behind a chair.
Sorta makes you wonder what goes on inside those little brains that tells them that some things are best done in private.
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