The mountain looms before me, a task I must embrace, but I cannot!
How will I ever climb this unsurmountable gleaming white behemoth to do what they desire?
Will I forever wallow in my own disgust? Will they not help me do what they ask of me?
Oh, Mount Commode, I cannot climb thee! I will forever be wrapped in these diapers!
She approaches! Continue reading “Michelle’s Story – who is Nush Nush?”
Nush Nush looked up at the toilet on tippy claws to try and see the seat.
“Mama, how will I ever be able to use that potty like a big penguin? It’s too tall! I’ll slide right down like when we play on the glaciers.”
Mama smiled and patted him on the head. “It’s OK Nush, when your father gets home he’ll show you a surprise we have for you!”
“OK Mama. Can I go outside and play?”
“Yes, dear, but be home for lunch, ok?”
Nush Nush ran out the door. “OK mama!” Continue reading “Paul’s story – Who is Nush Nush?”