Her biggest hero these days is local children's performer Mr. Stinky Feet:
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The other night, WCK asked us if Mr. Stinky Feeet uses the potty all the time. Jay and I pretended to have a serious discussion about it: "Do you think Mr. Stinky Feet uses the potty?" "Hmm, you know, I bet he does." "Really? Do you think so?" "Oh, I'm pretty sure.", etc, etc.
WCK announced that she was going to write a letter to Mr. Stinky Feet.
"What are you going to say?" I asked.
"Dear Mr. Stinky Feet," WCK said earnestly. "Do you poop? Love, WCK."
I laughed so hard that it took about five minutes before I was able to breathe or get up off the floor.
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