Heredity skipped a generation
So, Oliver for some reason likes to talk about poos. I don’t know why. Whenever he take a poo, he likes to look at it and make comments. I try to point his cute little face in another direction. I tell him that I don’t like to talk about poos or look at them. I may make a comment that the most recent may have been large or stinky, but that’s about it.
He, on the other hand, seems to think that it is necessary to discuss poos. A bit like my father. So, without trying to recollect dozens of prior conversations, I will just go with the one that happened a few minutes ago.
Oliver did a quick wee and got up from the potty. I helped him with his underwear and pants and was sending him on his way. He said that poos are stinky. I replied that I didn’t want to talk about poos. To which he replied (and I quote) “Poos aren’t for eating”. Seriously?! He spent one week with my dad almost two years ago. Where did this poo obsession come from?