August 14, 2013 by Katia
This piece was written back in February. Not much has changed since, except the boys’ ages. Right now we are pooping in Israel. Catch us when 4 Year Old and I come back on the 20th.
Future parents, I’m sorry, but you knew this was coming, right? The inevitable poop post. At least it’s short. ish.
The dawn of the age of potty talk is upon us (are you humming Aquarius too, or are you young?) On the cusp of his fourth birthday, 3 Year Old finally realized that poop is funnier than anything else so now EVERYTHING is poop. I stand corrected – some things are actually poopy. And whatever’s not poop or poopy is poopy-head. This happened on Sunday:
3 year old: what you’re saying is rude. All right, poop head?
— Katia DBE (@KatiaDBE) February 24, 2013
Hi nice to meet you, I am The Milk, a.k.a. poop head.
On Monday 36 Year Old went back to work and then there were three, myself and 6 Month Old – awake since 4am and on the opposite end of the energy level spectrum – 3 Year Old putting his best foot forward in a battle against nursery school attendance. And then there was a fourth, silent partner, with us – my back ache. I decided to appeal to 3 Year Old’s better nature and knowledge of Treehouse TV “what’s gonna work?” I last-end-resorted expecting him to sing back “teaaaam work!”as usual. Instead he fired “poop work!” at me, squeezed out a fake cheeky laugh and ran. Welcome to my new life.
Here are some more poop references all made in the last 48 hours.
I poop on your conbersation – in response to “how was nursery school?”
3 Year Old: Mommy? What if we wanted to make a smaller earth? Would there still be, ummmm, earth?
Me (not quite getting it, but understanding that he is trying to express something profound, but can’t find the exact words, I finally decide on: ) It’s one of the greatest mysteries in life. We’re not exactly sure who created earth.
3 Year Old: Maybe God.
Me (this could be a key moment in his life, in a soft spiritual tone): Maybe.
3 Year Old: Maybe Poop God. (cheeky teeth exposing fake laugh). – in the car.
You’re eating poopmeal! – In response to “mommy, what are you eating?” “Oatmeal”.
Does this sound like your life, poopy heads?