If you are a parent of a toddler, you know that potty training comes with its own secret language. You know what "the grunt" means. You know what "the waddle" means. But last Tuesday, my two-year-old, Melody, invented a new phrase that stopped me dead in my tracks.
And some of us leave a little brown smudge on the bathmat.
Because at the end of the day, we all leave our mark on the world. Some of us leave legacies. Some of us leave love.
No. She was being literal. And frankly, brilliant.
When Melody said "Melody marks poop," she wasn't being gross. She was taking ownership. She was claiming her territory like a tiny, diaper-wearing wolf.
