At our house, poop is funny.
Crude? Yes.
Immature? Maybe. Probably. Okay, yeah. I'll give you immature.
But we get a good laugh over poo and flatulence and all that stuff that goes along with it. What can I say? We have boys!
Just a few minutes ago, my husband I were sitting here in the den chatting about the plans for the remainder of his day off. Aiden was using the potty, which is about 10 feet from my spot on the couch. I heard him make some sort of gosh-awful howling/singing/dying dog noise, so I hollered (yes, "hollered") out to him, "Hey, Aiden! Are you okay?"
He wasn't okay. He has a very bad habit of not drinking much throughout the day, so he was a bit, errrrrrmmmmm, constipated? In a whiny, pained voice I heard him grunt this reply: "My poopie hurrrrrrrrts!"
Bless his heart.
I'm sure it wasn't the least bit funny to Aiden at the time, but His daddy and I sure did get a kick out of it. (If you had heard that noise he made, you would've, too!)
Of course, all 6 members of our family jammed into the bathroom to see his production. I swear to you, it was the size of a small baked potato. It was at least 3-inches long and about 1 1/2-inches wide. It looked like it hurt. (Lucky for you there are no pictures, because Lillian decided she would take the honor of flushing the "poo-tato".)
Aiden survived, and even chuckled a bit at all of us gawking at his poo.
Then he went and guzzled a good 8 ounces of apple juice (aka "poopie medicine"), lest it happen again.
And that's all I have to say about that.
2 comments:
OMFSM Beth! I'm not sure what's funnier. The fact that this happened, that you blogged about it or that I'm actually LAUGHING. I have three brothers and a Dad that taught them everything they know. Poo-tato. That cracks me up!
~Heidi
Poo-tato. I have to tell Cal this one. I bet he'll love it ;)
We're poop talkers too and we don't have kids. We'll blame it on the niece for now but whatever. Poop happens.
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