time for a change, perhaps
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2009.12.11
Tonight, Mari and I were looking at the website of a wholesale clearinghouse, checking out products that we might import. Suddenly, Kenny said, "Pee!"
We looked down, and sure enough. He'd pulled down his omutsu and peed on the carpet. Time, it would seem, for a potty to go with the potty-training book we picked up in Hong Kong.