Undiesville is over: I lost the war yesterday. This boy is not ready to poop on the potty. Cleaning up two poop-filled underpants yesterday was a drag; but when the third poop came along (and we were playing up at the schoolyard behind our house at the time), it looked as if World War III hit Zach's underwear. I've never seen anything like it before, and I hope I never see it again. After lots of consideration and discussion with Jason, we've decided to use pull-ups for a while. Wish us well, people.
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