So, I've not pooped in two full days and I was due. I get situated for a little stay with my magazine and content for Colin to self-manage and come and go if he can stand the stench.
Colin: Mom, I have to poop.
Me: Well, I'm already pooping.
Colin: Can you get off?
Me: Can you go to the other bathroom?
Colin: I need your help to wipe.
Me: By the time you're finished I'll be finished.
Colin: Mom (dancing) I have to poop right now.
Me: Okay, I'm moving. Give me a second....
I do necessary cleaning to "move" to the other potty. Colin settles, I settle again on the other potty and we're content. Then I hear...
Colin: I'm dooooonnnnneee!
Me: I'm noooooootttttt!
Colin: Are you coming Mom?
Me: Be right there.
I do the necessary cleaning to "move" again and to wipe the other bottom. I do, I sit again on a very warm seat and finish my job. I tell you, a good poop is hard to beat even if you're interrupted three times.
Here we go loopty "loo", here we go loopty ly, Here we go loopty "loo", all on a Tuesday night