Michael has to make a poop.

I'm playing with Arthur in the basement right now and am taking a quick break to blog something funny. Last night Uncle Mike was here playing with Art and they had a real fun time in the basement playing all sorts of made-up games. So tonight Arthur is pretending to be Michael, saying, "Michael is going to do this or that, Michael is going to throw the ball, etc." Well, right in the middle of having lots of fun, Art danced around in a circle and said, "Michael has to make a poop, Papa!"

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