My son has been increasingly amused lately with the different terms associated with going to the bathroom. Toots, Poop, Poo, etc…He thinks they are all hilarious.
My wife and I have been trying to cut down on the potty talk outside of the bathroom and knowing this, my son has been choosing Potty books for his bedtime stories.
It’s rather brilliant really because he knows he can laugh at the word poo to his heart’s content, without getting in trouble. Honestly, I think he may be a genius.
Anyway, he started telling me a very random (and secretly hilarious) story about a Magic piece of Poo the other night. I should of stopped him but he’d clearly put a lot of thought into it and I like to let the kids creative juices flow.
I’m not going to share that story with you because it didn’t make a whole lot of sense. What it did though, was make me wonder whether I have ever seen this Magic Poo and not realized it.
I also realized just how much poop I see on any given day and it scared me a bit.
There’s the dude at work who never seems to remember that he just went to the “Public” bathroom or maybe he just doesn’t know how to flush.
How about the hundreds of dog owners who feel like it’s okay to just leave their dog’s droppings all over the ground, especially through the winter when it’s cold out.
You know that it doesn’t magically disappear overnight right? That stays all winter, in it’s perfect little cocoon until spring, when I have to smell it and scrape it off my kids shoes.
I’m pretty sure none of those poo’s have been of the magical variety but you never know.
The most likely candidates are probably the ones my kids leave lying around the house.
Let’s see, there’s the post bath nugget of joy I found in my daughter’s room after I let her run around in the nude for about 30 seconds.
It could be any one of the many offerings my son has left un-flushed because he doesn’t like to have his bum wiped.
But I’m guessing that if I’ve already come into contact with this mysterious magical poo, it has to be the time my daughter left the big brown shark in the bathtub with her brother.
You can imagine my horror upon hearing her say “poop” and then looking down and noticing it was too late. At that moment I knew that my children would be forever unclean. You can’t un-see something like that.
In the end (pun very much intended), my son believes there is a magical poo and I have no choice but to believe him and hope I never have to meet it.
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