2. That I would demand to see and be elated by someone else's poop in the toilet.
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12 comments:
HaHaHa! True nuff!
Oh...the story of my life.
Poop is awesome.
True dat. And also that you would thank someone for spitting something into your hand.
We STILL do the poopy dance in my house.. :-)
One thing I never expected to say before reading this blog post:
1. I am so jealous of your poop elation.
Oh yes, poo in the toilet is the best!
Congrats! I wish I could say the same. Stupid potty training.
Shit is huge around here too. It's the little things really.
3. That you would have poop posts on a blog...
4. That total strangers would comment on the poop in your house...
Parenthood brings many surprises.
My life is defined by poop. It the one thing that bonds us mothers together. Well, that and the fact that we all politely turn away and not look at another mother living through a child having a melt down at target.
When you're my age, you're elated by poop in the potty too. It just that it's yours.
Jan from the Sushi Bar
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