The Local Dump

"Do you ever get scared?"
The baby is laying in my bed with the comforter pulled up to his chin, he's watching me get my work clothes ready for tomorrow. It's cold outside.
"Sometimes"
"How come you're not afraid to go downstairs by yourself?"

He's be a nut lately about going to a floor of the house, when nobody else is there. It's a problem because in our old house they only put bathrooms on the second floor. One of the brothers has to go up with him when he wants to go.

"Some stuff you just get tired of being scared of...I continue...."like tonight you had to take a dump, but nobody wanted to leave the dinner table to go with you." (He's smiling sheepishly out of a mix of embarrassment and giddyness over the word 'dump') Someday you're going to be faced with the decision of being afraid and crapping in your pants, or being afraid and using the toilet. You'll still be afraid, but you'll be alot more comfortable if you make it to the toilet. Pretty soon you'll just get tired of being scared about it and just do it."

He doesnt say anything else and watches me spray startch on my shirt