I wrote this poem about Julie (as in Crafty Thursday Julie, sister to Ginger, mother of 4 of the most beautiful children in the world)
I am training my child (without much success);
To use the facilities.
I"m sure that she feels (at age two and a half);
It's beyond her abilities.
But she climbs up the bunk bed (a real chore for me);
And other agilities.
Then wets in her pants (and grins while she does);
And I suffer humilities.