“Honey, come sit on the potty so you can make too,” Amanda called to the girl, taking her hand and leading her reluctantly to the second potty seat.
Now he and Rachel were each sat on a potty on the deck, naked in the sun, facing each other while everyone looked on expectantly. Brian tried not to go now. He couldn’t do it, not in front of all these people. But his body wasn’t cooperating anymore. He felt sudden pressure and pushed in response. It was instinctual and he couldn’t stop it after that. Everyone heard the rude noises erupting from the potty, the plop-plop of poopy dropping into it. Brian grunted and strained, just wanting it over with quickly now. As the sounds continued his mommy knelt beside him, rubbing his bare back and crooning, “Good boy Brian, what a good boy you are making poopies for Mommy!”