When Daddy holds me while sitting in the glider, he'll prop me up at a 45 degree angle or such, and my head will rest on top of his armpit, my back will be supported by his forearm and my bum held by his hand. It's really quite comfortable, and the angle gives me a direct view into his eyes for our daily staring contest.
This is also the posture in which he'll feed me.
As he does this, at some point, I'll poop. It'll be a very messy and wet poop. It's the byproduct of all my strength and willpower. I am very proud of these poops.
And I know that my Daddy knows, because through my diaper, onesie and blanket, he'll still be able to feel the reverberations in his hand.
I'll poop four or five times like this in a sitting. And he'll know each time.
The reason I'm bringing this up now is because I want my Daddy to know that when he asks me to pull his finger, and I do, and he farts, I don't want him to think he's getting one over on me. He's not.
I'll be too far ahead for that.
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