Friday, November 30, 2007

On a Lighter Note

Under the category of "Not for the Squeamish ..."

One of the, ahem, joys of parenting a four year old is that you get to be privy (pardon the pun) to little jewels like this:
"Mom! Come look at my poop!" (And you come, pulled like a lump of seaweed at low tide, yielding without resistance to the fate for which college simply did not prepare you ...)
"Wow, [beloved child], that is QUITE a bit of poop!"
"Yeah." Pause. "It's a CITY of poop." Pause. "A whole WO-WULD of poop."
Indeed, dear one. Indeed.

2 comments:

sarah said...

I am laughing HYSTERICALLY at this post. My three year old boy is right up this alley! Just found your blog through And Together We Learn. Thank you for the laugh!

Vanessa said...

hilarious!