Wesley's Great Adventures

Erick and I about died trying not to laugh this morning. Wesley was sitting on his potty trying to go to the bathroom. He went pee-pee and we praised him. I asked him if he needed to go poo-poo. He sat back down and went a little, so I asked him if he needed to go any more. He sat back down and grunted, squirmed, and then said "poo-poo, it's stuck". We about died. It was so innocent and cute. He grunted some more and nothing was coming out. He started getting mad and said "it's stuck, it's stuck". I never think about my poo-poo being stuck, but I guess that is true if it doesn't come out.