Oh Poo

In advance, and before someone chastises me, I KNOW this is an overshare.  I don't care.  Poo is funny at our house.  When Shae's being silly, she answers all questions with "ummmm Poooooooo?  Peeeeee?" and I giggle.  Every. Time.

It always amazes me how pooping just totally sneaks up on Shae.  Tonight, we're happily gluing rhinestones to a wooden princess, and mid-request for a pink heart, her brow furrows up and she looks positively stricken.

Grabs her bum.

"I have to POO!  NOW!  HURRY!"

I never mess around with a request like that.  Anyone that has ever had to peel skinny jeans and undies with a splurt of mushy poo will tell you - THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.

So, we make it to the toilet and she does her poo-thang.

Then, comes the inevitable show and tell... Shae requires and exam of her efforts before flushing.  Tonight's observation?  "That looks like a seahorse, right mommy?  And that one's a crab (aside, no, she did NOT mean crap.  Crab.).  That one (a pointy one) is a rocket."

Clearly, I need to do more book readign with her.  Maybe a trip to the zoo, to show her what a seahorse ACTUALLY looks like, or a crab.  The rocket was a pretty good comparison though.  That's a mommy win.

I HAVE to preserve these conversations.  Just be glad the camera wasn't handy.  And that I didn't tell you about her Pooting**  about 30 minutes later.  Oops, guess I did!  You're welcome.


**since we don't say "sh*t" we can't reeeeally say "Sharting."  We coined Pooting - poo and tooting.