Yesterday, I was assisting Nolan after he had used the bathroom. Apparently, he felt as though he had been in there too many times for the day. He gave a huge sigh and said, "First potty. Then poop. Then more potty. Then more poop. Potty. Poop. Potty. Poop. HEY! It's a patterin!"
'Pattern' is a tough word for Nolan to say. And that was by far the weirdest pattern he had ever made for me.
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