“Heh…” For some reason the child who was in diapers just an hour ago was trying not to laugh at the one who wore them now at that remark, “Karen, that’s the potty.”
“What?” Baffled, the little girl glanced at the item, then back to Dillion, as if expecting him to be joking. There was no sign of that, so he must just be wrong. How would he know what the potty was- not like he ever used it. “That’s not the potty!”
Dillion seemed to be listening but was also preoccupied. He took Karen’s bottle away from her and began to pat her on the back as she went into a confused rant, “The… The potty is…. It’s more like a… It’s kind of- URP!”
