I squatted down to meet his eye level. His dark colored hair following his mother features addding the perfection of his looks.
"Oh boy, What should I do with you?"
I said as I rub my forehead in clueless at what to do next to make his poop come out.
He drank three cups of water just now in order to make his business easier like he usually does but this time is different. He's not using his diapers instead of toilet.
"Poppa? this might work but I think you must scold it to come out".
I raised my left eyebrow in suprise. Scolding his poop? This is weird but at the same time its not hurt to try. I should give it a shot.
"Okay....I'll try"
Giving my coldest look at my son and in swift his eyes held fear. His small hands gripping the side of the toilet bowl, trying to make himself bra
