More Potty Talk

Picture this:

We're in the gym locker room. I'm changing into my bathing suit (bottom's on, top, not so much). Parker calls out from the bathroom stall. He's stuck on the toilet, and can't get off because it's too tall (we use a step stool at home). He's locked the door and this half naked women is not about to crawl under the stall and unlock it.

What's a Desperate Mom to do? Why, send Dillon under to unlock the door. That's right. That's what 3 year-olds are for.

And one more:

Why are four-year olds so interested in their poop? I'm finishing my dinner tonight and Parker calls out from the bathroom, "Mom, you have to come see this." Yay for me!

"That's a lot of poop" and other things moms say

What's up with the fact that moms can talk about poop without wincing, or even batting an eye? We're used to poop. We talk about poop. We LIVE poop.

Case in point, last weekend JV and I were standing around talking about poop (to be more specific - the appropriate bun spreading techniques for maximum cleanliness). Up comes JC, "Are you ready to go?" Oh, yeah - we didn't even realize we were talking about poop and were happy to change the subject.

Poop just creeps into everyday conversation. "The weather's great today. Oh and Johnny just did the funniest thing with his diaper yesterday."

My friend AJ told me yesterday that I totally ruined his image of me (I'm not quite sure what that image was - Supermom?) and was disgusted that I mentioned poop in a recent FB post. I didn't even realize I did that. Sorry AJ, I'll try to keep it clean next time.