Ridge was walking his "dog," which is a microphone pulled by its cord, and told me that he was going to collect the dog's poop and take it to the doggy doctor. Oh my! He is scarred if even the microphone dog is suspected of having the intestinal virus (which has long been eradicated from this house).
Speaking of poop, because isn't that what we do here?, the boys are fighting for the title of "Poop King." Sawyer uses his little potty, and then they fight over who will dump it.
Ridge: "I'm Poop King!"
Sawyer: "NOOOOO! I Poop King!"
That sounds all fine and good...like it might be helpful. But they tend to slosh along the way and Sawyer's been known to dump it without first putting the lid up. Sheesh.
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