Carson doesn’t want to poop on the potty anymore. Not that he ever actually, you know, pooped. Or peed for that matter. He won’t so much as even sit on the potty anymore. I guess he was getting bored, too. (Amazing really, since I thought men relished in sitting on the pot for hours.)
He is back to his poop denying self. “No poop,” grunting. “No poop,” turning red in the face. “No. Pooooooop.”
And all is right with the world again.
I guess wishes really do come true! So yes Internets, there really is a Santa Claus.