My new name

According to my three-year-old daughter, who just spent close to 30 minutes vehemently fighting against my repeated demands that she go to bed, I am officially a “poo-poo baby”. Gotta say, while I’ve been called worse in my day, I’ve never had quite that combination of astonishment and hilarity from an insult before. It’s tough to discipline your child when you don’t know whether to laugh or get mad.

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