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"All OK Skye? Looks kinda like you have a problem with your stomach."
That's Donald 'Donnie' Duck Jr.'s voice.
"Uhm... dunno". And that's the voice of his oldest daughter Skye, 3 1/2 years old and now fully potty trained. She's also potty training her 2 year old sister Adelaide, nicknamed Ada.
"Lemme see", Donnie says and touches her stomach. Pretty hard.
"When was the last time you went potty?", he asks.
"I... I dunno", Skye whimpers. "But it hurts."
"Suppose you need help", Donnie mumbles. "But you need to get on the toilet first."
He takes her pink toilet seat and sits her on the toilet.
"Can you go?", he wonders.
"Uhm, I dunno daddy", Skye mumbles.
Donnie thinks. "Quack, that already were lots of dunnos. But anyways. Sit on the toilet first."
Skye does as told.
"I can't do it daddy", she whines.
"Oof", Donnie sighs while brushing her hair. "Hm, maybe try out your potty instead? Squatting is better anyways."
"OK daddy", Skye just says and gets down from the toilet on her potty. But it turns out, that won't do it either.
"I can't push it out", she complains.
"Looks like you had that for a while ever since we potty trained you", Donnie thinks. "But there is a solution. Hm. Maybe an enema or..."
Skye doesn't like that though. "But that's gonna be an ouchie! No daddy!
Donnie looks in his daughters eyes with a stern expression. "Come on. Complaints won't do it. Like it or not, otherwise you will earn a spanking."
That isn't something she wants to hear either. With tears in her eyes, she just thinks about getting rid of that problem. Hey, she shouldn't have a problem going potty! A couple days ago she even went potty in preschool, making mommy and daddy so proud!
"Uhm, daddy... I think I can do it by myself!", she shouts.
"You... you can?!" Donnie raises an eyebrow. "If so, looks like you got a determination to do it."
A couple minutes pass by!
"Done. It hurts no mah!"
She gets up and Donnie looks into the potty.
"Now that's a great job!", he claps. "What was it? The fear of the enema? Don't say 'dunno' again." He laughs
Now little Skye can laugh again too. "I... I... just wanna show that i'm a big gal always, daddy. I'm stwong."
Donnie laughs. "Oh you goofy kid. Going potty has nothing to do with muscles. But you did it anyways. What was it? Maybe the fear? When I was your age, I always had to go potty when I was scared. But either way. I'm proud of you." He hugs his daughter. "You need help cleaning up?"
Skye shakes her head. "I... I can wipe myself."
"Looks like you got your determination from your grandfather", Donnie smiles.