I shall tell you how I know she is still in the same stage.
One day my young son was on his potty taking a number 2, i was in the toilet waiting for him to finish so I can wash his buttocks. Once finished, I asked him to hop on the toilet to wash his buttocks.( I truly hope that these services and favors will return once I am old and incapable to wipe my own ass).
Once cleaned and wiped properly full baby ass, I look towards the potty so I can throw the treasure and flush. To my surprise the treasure was not there anymore.
I was surprised and shocked. Where did it go? I had the chance of acting as the detective I wanted all my life to be or the failed journalist I attempted one life ago.
Best headline article, “Where is my son shit??”
Who wouldn’t want to read that?
It took me a minute to realize that my old dog had found the treasure and eat it as fast as it could.
Now, should I let her lick my hand ??