That little shit....

I have been trying to teach my son about poo. When he has a poopy I tell him “poo-poo,” and show it to him in hopes that this will make potty training go a bit smoother in the future. If it’s of the right consistency we go to the toilet and shake it out of the diaper. We wave and say “bye-bye” as I flush the nasty away. So I am giving Romeo a bath this morning. I laugh with him as he splashes around playfully. Suddenly he turns his face toward mine and I see that familiar look. Teeth gritted together, cheeks pinched, hunched over, face turning red, etc., etc. Oh boy, not again. Yep. Little pellets start floating all over the surface of the water. He begins to notice our new floating friends and lets out a couple of shouts of fear. I’m laughing, he’s on the verge of hysteria. I tell him, “Well yes! You made poo! It’s poo-poo!” At the mention of this he calms down and begins to watch the floaters as I reach to unplug the tub. He starts pointing and repeating, “poo-poo, poo-poo.” I agree with him as I reach for the towel to get him out of the septic bath. It’s then that he begins to reach for the largest poo that happens to be floating past. I shriek and tell him no, the poo is nasty. Don’t touch. He doesn’t want to get out though. And then the little stinker began to wave at all the turds drifting towards the drain as he said, “bye-bye, bye-bye.” I finally coax him from the water and we finish the morning process, forgetting all about the poo.
The best part? A close friend of mine was coming to stay over for the night. Around 9pm she said she needed to go up and shower. I say, “Oh yeah. I forgot Romeo shit in the tub today. There’s bleach next to the tub and washcloths by the sink. Sorry about that.” Gotta love good friends.