From the fetid stench he emerged, a devilish grin stretched across his face. Mama’s tormented cries trailed behind him, but today he didn’t care. Today he had done it.
The corpse of his nemesis followed him, delicately draped across Mama’s arms. Mama was sad, but she would understand someday. Feeling eager, Caycay marched onwards. Onwards and onwards, down the hall and around the fireplace, to Papa.
Papa looked up from the end table he was making, face looking puzzled. Papa did not yet understand. Today was momentous. Today was to be celebrated. Today Caycay had taken a giant stride along the path to manhood. Beaming, he held up his trophy for all to adore: a piece of toilet paper with which he had wiped his own bottom clean.
(age 2.75)
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