Four Year Olds, amirite?
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based on a true story
Fade In:
Int. A Bathroom - Day
We're in a typical San Francisco apartment bathroom - pedestal sink, toilet, bath, some cabinets, all white. Daylight shines in through a small window above the bath. Mama, a woman in her forties, is sitting on the toilet.
The door bursts open. EJ, a four year-old, enters.
Are you pooping, Mama?
...yes, I am.
Can I see the poop?
A wave of resignation passes over Mama's face.
Umm, sure kiddo. Why not.
Mama wipes and stands. EJ excitedly runs to the toilet and looks inside.
That's a long, stinky poop!
(washing hands)
I-I suppose it is.
I'm gonna go tell Mommy about your poop!
No, Erin. I don't think Mommy wants to know about my poop.
(dejected)
Ooooookay, Mama.