An Honest Perspective on Being Mom. As soon as she hit the toilet seat, I could tell things were different. She avoided eye contact, leaned forward, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck in an awkward hug and went completely silent. You could have heard a pin drop, or in this case, poop drop. Because that is exactly what happened. My kid had just pooped in the potty.

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