I took the girls to the zoo this past Saturday while Boyd took Dalton to meet up with my dad. Of course  Maggie Anne had to use the potty as soon as we got inside. She ran into a stall and almost instantly yelled her announcement that she needed to poop. I acknowledged her quickly, but she went on the give a play by play of before, during and when she was done. She mingled in between random versions of Gangnam Style.

Everyone else in the bathroom found it far more entertaining that I did.