The last potty training post

We rolled out our handmade carpets this past weekend.  What does that mean?

Well, if you come to my house and take off your shoes and socks, you can run your bare feet over the super soft wool carpet in the living room.  Or, if you are David's friends Caleb and Joseph, you can roll up half of the Gebe carpet and jump monster trucks off of it.

And for the rest of you?  No more potty training posts.

(I had no idea how intense/all-encompassing potty-training would be--hence the undeniable psychological need to write about it occasionally, despite my best efforts to avoid dwelling on the subject in my blog.  You can see my therapy here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.)