Forgive me. It's just so much a part of my life these days.
Last night I spent 30 minutes in the bathroom with my 2 year-old at 2 am waiting for it. She was very cute. Talking the whole time about the little things in life ("mommy is Danielle, Kenneth is meemo. That's my towel, etc". Well, the poop never came, but the moment is forever in my memory.
Every other day, my cat poops outside her litter box. I scoop it frequently and she doesn't seem to have anything wrong with her so I can only assume she is protesting that we let the dogs in to watch TV with us in the evening.
I can't possible write about poop without mentioning the seemingly constant stream of potty humour that comes out my 5 year-old son. Does it ever get old for them? My husband still laughs about farts so I guess there's no hope. It's just such a drag that he gets timeouts at school because he can't control himself!
I also have to laugh at myself here. Because I know that I've used the word poop as a substitute for other words that I'd rather not use around my kids.
Oh poop!
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I love it! Just today, I was saying that I am ready for Taylyn to get out of diapers (she is only 8 months) because I have been changing POOPY bums for 7 years now. Yep. I.am.over.it!
ReplyDeleteYesterday, the 2 year old (little constipation issues), hands me a ball of POOP that he did IN THE BATH). Last week, I just HAD TO check out my 6 year olds BIG log...lol...And daily, my 4 year old asks me to SMELL MY BUM. GAG! I know, TMI. But I feel your pain:)