I feel as though I’ve been neglecting a very important part of parenting lately. You see, I haven’t shared a poop story since May. Luckily for you, I have two new ones, both very short.
The first one happened a couple of weeks ago when Lily announced she had to go potty at a restaurant. I bustled her off to the bathroom and plopped her onto the seat, groaning inwardly when I realized she had to poop. Nothing like leaving a meal so your kid can hog a public bathroom. She sat there for a while, singing, talking, telling me about the important things in her life when she suddenly stopped mid-sentence and announced, “MOM! THE POOP IS COMING! COVER YOUR EYES!”
As we both slapped our hands over our eyes I asked, “Why are we covering our eyes?”
She pulled her hands down and gave me a look I am sure will become very familiar when she becomes a tween, the look that clearly proclaims that mom is an idiot and replied, “So we don’t get poop in them!”
Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?
The other story starts much like the first. Halloween night we went out to a little Italian restaurant with my dad, his wife, my sis and her little family. Lily had to go potty and so off we went. “Lily, do you have peeps or poops?”
In her sugar induced joy she answered, her voice rising in excitement and with jazz hands to emphasize her joy, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, POOP!”
It’s a very special thing, being her mom. Very, very special.