Mark, my handy dandy plumber is here fixing my toilet. I have two kids in the midst of potty training and they somehow managed to bugger up my toilet with the constant flushing they LOVE to do, always adding the all-important farewell, "bye, bye tinkles (or poops, whichever the case may be)" to the procedure.
Anyway, Mark showed up while they were napping. And like most curious 3 year olds they were very intrigued with this new person's presence in our house with both kids asking promptly upon waking up what he was doing here; to which I replied, "Fixing our potty."
They always have to ask the names of everyone, including complete strangers who might be walking across the street. Caroline's choice of words in forming this question were so cute they warranted writing down...."Mommy, what that potty fixer's name?"
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Did she happen to also get what kind of car he was driving?
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