After almost twenty-two years...

It's the end of an era.

William,child number ten,at three and a half years old, is finally, 100% officially potty-trained!
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An Ode in Recognition of the Feat

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I've changed them sitting, standing, lying down;

I've changed them on car hoods, bathroom floors, all around town;

I've changed them on forest paths, in grassy parks, on stadium bleachers,

And occasionally in public restrooms appointed with hygenic diaper-changing features.

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My sweet little cherubs, all ten little dears --

Four diapers a day (estimated conservatively) over twenty-two years --

Doing what babies do... do...  You know we've paid  a few pipers

With countless millions of wet wipes and over thirty-two thousand diapers!

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Will I miss this season, these hectic years? 

All the story books, spit-up cloths, and alligator tears?

The diaper rashes, finger plays, and tippy cup lids...

Sitting in the back pew with noisy little kids?

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Well...

Though I can't believe how fast the years go,

In a word, friends, I have to say: No.

I'm good and ready to put down the plow.

I'm looking forward to spoiling my grandkids now!