It’s Still Potty Time

(please read Part 1: It’s Potty Time before reading this)

While Anyu and I sat down for dinner, Nagymama walked out of the bathroom, holding an orange McDonald's Jack-o-Lantern Happy Meal bucket. It also happened to be the bucket they placed underneath my little potty to, uh, "catch everything".

"There's nothing in the pail today," Nagymama said in Hungarian.

My mother looked up from her plate, "Stephie, did you dump out you sh*t bucket?"

I shook my head, "No," and nervously nibbled on a piece of hot dog in Nagymama's famous Hot Dog Paprikas.

Anyu sighed, "She probably constipated from eating hot dogs all week." Nagymama always cooked a “vat” of food at the beginning of the week that we had to eat for 4-5 days straight.

Nagymama stood with her hands on her hips. "Hot dogs don't make you constipated, it's the crappy Mac-Donald food you always feed to her!"

"Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'll just get the kúp."

In case you don't know what a "kúp" is, here is the definition, straight from the mouth of my amazing friend, Lajos:  "A...
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