Several years ago, a young couple with two small girls moved in a few doors down. I became good friends with them and I absolutely adored their girls, Dusty and Wendy. (my mom said their names sounded like a weather report.)
The guy told me when his oldest girl was being potty trained, she'd cry for no good reason. "Why are you crying?" he'd ask her in frustration.
"It's my potty and I'll cry if I want to." he said she said.
Yep, that's a groaner.
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