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?

1 Comment

  1. Judy Omlor /

    He’s a McCrillis! You well know what all runs in the family. Oliver evolves with us. That makes him inquisitive about some of the dumbest things. Yours truly likes to watch the “struggle” of an ant that relentlessly goes to great pains to carry its food. I often wonder how mean it would be to watch him travel all the distance only for me to step on him.

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