Max: "Mommy...you sit wid me while I poo?"
(I was thinking of what a hurry I was in and all the things I needed to do, but I agreed.)
Max: "Let's talk mommy."
Mommy: "Alright. What should we talk about?"
Max: "No...you jus listen." (listen with a silent l of course...)
Max: "Mommy...She-hulk have pink undowears." (once again...silent r in underwear.)
Max: "Mommy...you sittin' on the tub? This is my potty. Uh-oh...that was a noisy poo. You can cuvo yo eaws. You eat my cookie? That ok. We go to gym? Where my daddy? He at school? We go in his school and twick him. Mommy...yo how is messy. (glances behind...giggles a little...) Oh man...me have circle poo. You wanna see?"
How is it just programmed in men to want other people to see their poo?
Why is it such an accomplishment?
Why did I look?
Why do I ALWAYS look with plugged nose and held breath...just to please the little boys in my life?
And most importantly...why did my sweet little 5 year old girl come racing into the bathroom to check out this circle poo?
It really was circle...it was awesome.
The conversation didn't end there. He sat and grunted for another 10 minutes. I was saying a silent prayer of thanks for one less pair of poopie underwear shoved into a washer filled with newly washed clothes.