Daniel Tiger Potty-training Book Novels & Stories

"No. She's as stubborn as a mule. This is all because we've spoiled her. If she doesn't want to eat, then so be it." Daniel sipped his milk, his eyes rolling with mischief. He then ran over to my door and deliberately sniffed loudly, exclaiming exaggeratedly, "Mom, Irene's room smells so bad! Did she poop and pee in there?" I floated by the door, looking at Daniel with a bitter smile. With the heating on full blast, I had already started to rot after just one night. Mom would hate me even more now. Mom walked over with a frown. She banged on my door, yelling, "Irene, are you a pig? The toilet's just right there! Do you not have legs? How could you poop in your room?

The world of music that sooth his body and mind. Drifting back to unconsciousness. Daniel stirred as a little hand moved around him. Not again! He groaned, opening his eyes hastily, furious to have his sleep interrupted. "What is it again?" He half yelled. "The baby wants to eat hot dog, and Ice cream." "What?" Daniel half yelled incredulously. "You want to eat again?" Not giving her a chance to respond, Daniel added. "You have a bowel in your stomach? Like what the fuck? Why will you be eating like a glutton!"