So, I would like to apologize to all you childless people out there. We parents talk about poop all the time.
I know. It's ridiculous. It's as if we've completely forgotten the fact that in normal, civilized society, one simply doesn't discuss the pooping habits, sights, smells, or experiences of other people. Let alone swap amusing stories about poop-related matters at, say, a Superbowl party.
Before I crossed over to the other side, I used to think parents were doing it just to gross me out. Now I know they do it because it's perfectly natural for a parent to talk about poop. This is a matter of vital importance and interest. Yes, interest. I said it.
And I really often forget that this topic of conversation can be somewhat off-putting to the rest of society. It's not intentional, just to watch you squirm (although that's a bonus). I'm just tired and used to talking about poop and am usually in the company of other parents, who can be counted on for poop sympathy and story-swapping.
Really, I'm very sorry. Only . . . we've been very poop-focused in the last 24 hours, so here we go with tonight's version of The Good and The Funny!
- Brendan finding his steam cleaner after an unscheduled poop explosion in the playroom (Morgan).
- Sean has finally pooped after 3 days. Moving into the realm of real food is tough on a baby.
- Ryan (with his patented SuperWhine): "Mom, I hate pooping. It's the dumbest thing in the world!" I really didn't know what to say to that.
- Sean as a poop cannon (see yesterday's post).
- Swapping stories about poop-related matters at our Superbowl party, no doubt to the astonishment/horror of our childless friends in attendance.
- Morgan running out of the bathroom half-naked, bending over in front of me and screaming "Is it clean?" At the Superbowl party.
And that's the scoop on the poop!