Potty Talk

Aaah, potty talk. As in poop. Yep, poop, as in the one thing in my life I know to be a daily guaruntee. The sun might not come out, but the poop sure will. So why am I blogging about poop? Well my wonderful friend, Ann Moore, brought me this great magazine called Wondertime an d wouldn't you just know it, they had an article about kids and poop. Not your typical "How to get your kid to poop in the toilet" kind of article. More of a "Why your kid thinks poop is so funny" kind of an article. Here is an excerpt from the beginning of the article:

"Hey, Daddy, guess what?" my 4 year old said from his car seat one day, a beautiful fall afternoon in New England.
"What, Jack?" I asked over my shoulder.
"You have poop on your head."

Does this conversation sound framiliar to anyone besides myself? I think I have this conversation with my boys a dozen times a day! You want to crack up my boys? Tell them you have a secret then whisper to them that somebody (anybody in the room will do) has pooped. It sends them into a fit of giggles. The same if you say someone is naked. And if someone is naked and pooping? Then you have two of my little guys rolling on the floor in fits of hysteria with the third trying to follow suit.

You might be wondering why I allow my three boys to indulge in "Potty Talk". For one thing, they're boys. They will always be fascinated by gross stuff. My dad is still fascinated by gross stuff. They are naturally wired to think gross=cool, funny,awesome, etc; Secondly, I remember growing up with cousins who had true "potty mouths". Thirdly, if I have to be surrounded by it, it might as well be funny.

That being said, a poop joke for the grown-ups:

Abe, Gus, and Joe, all in their 90's, are in a nursing home, talking. Abe says, "Every morning I wake up at 8 and I stand in front of the toilet. I'm there until 9 o'clock, trying to pee."

"I get up at 7 and I sit on the toilet trying to move my bowels," Gus says. "I'm lucky if I can move them by 10."

"Not me," Joe says. "Every day by 8, I'm crapping like a bear in the woods, and by 9, I'm peeing like a racehorse."

"So what are you complaining about?" Abe asks him.

"Well," Joe says, "I don't get out of bed until 11."

See? Poop is even funny when your in your 90's!