Mas has taken to bonding with his poop and will often say, "awwwww! Look! It's a family poop." We always have to look (foolish grownups), and--sure enough--there are multiple, um, residents in the toilet bowl. Today I was encouraged to look and told it was just a Brother poop, Sister poop, and Baby poop. No Mama and Daddy poop.
Me: "Oh. No Mama and Daddy poop?"
Mas: "The Mama and Daddy poops are still in my butt."
All of this is with a very genuine and caring tone, which had me in stitches.
The second tale was told to me when I got home from work tonight. Mas and Shaifali held hands while pooping on separate toilets tonight. Man, that kid does know how to give the term "family poop" a whole new meaning.
Holding hands in more innocent times
hilarious! so glad that everyone loves poop!
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