TMI with Jack

Jack was going to the bathroom with the door wide open while I curled my hair this morning.  He stood there talking over his shoulder.  Cookie pitter pattered in behind him only to jam her head into his calf.  It was the first time I'd seen her all morning, a testament to the fact that she loves Jack more than she'll ever consider tolerating me.  Maybe it's because Jack pets her and stuff.  Anyway Cookie's arrival spurred the Too-Much-Information-think-aloud that followed.

"Hey, Mom.  Cookie doesn't mind the smell of my pee.   

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She doesn't even care about the smell when I poop.  She stays with me.  She doesn't even growl! 

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Wow, Mom.  I really just peed a LOT."

I think it's sort of possible that I didn't need to share this.  TMI with Jack Whitney.