Coo-Coo for Control: Why Your Bacon Needs to Accept that You Can’t Control Everything

My family gets a good chuckle from a particular memory of my potty training days. My mom would try to get me to go poo on the potty, but I refused. I liked them diapers, dammit. One day, she found me taking a squat in the corner of the front porch. Yup. Hence the invention…

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