We bought Taro Gomi's Everyone Poops book for Emma, and I guess now we need to start reading it to Amelia.
Her father reports this morning's breakfast conversation:
Amelia: [makes grunting noises]
Daddy: Are you pooping, Amelia? [Yes, parents do have these appetizing discussions at the breakfast table. Childfree readers, see what you are missing?]
Amelia: Yes. [except she wasn't, really]
Daddy: Well, everyone poops.
Amelia: Dora poops, but Boots doesn't. [Could there have been a potty training episode of Dora the Explorer? How would that go, anyway? "Poop, wipe, toilet flush! Poop, wipe, toilet flush!" With little icons?]
Daddy: Oh. Does daddy poop?
Amelia: Yes.
Daddy: Does mommy poop?
Amelia: No.
Then Daddy asked about other relatives. Turns out that grandpa poops, but grandma and grammy don't. And neither does gramps, Amelia said. Instead, "he eats cake."
Clearly, if Amelia doesn't see it happening, it doesn't happen.
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