Poop
My youngest son is such a great little guy. He gives me little presents twice a day. Special presents from him, it's sweet in a way to think that he picks Daddy for these things. It's special until you get a whiff of what the present really is. He's so sweet about it, that it just doesn't seem right to chastise him for not leaving these presents in the proper place.
His Poop reeks people, I mean enough to gag a maggot off of a gut wagon, kind of stink. It's not little baby poops anymore, you know the ones that look disgusting, but just don't have the aroma. He will use the potty to pee, but just can't seem to find the time to sit on it long enough to drop a turd in the water. Mrs. Molly always seems to know when these presents are coming, because she always sends him my way with a diaper and wipes in hand. (I really appreciate that Honey.)
Boys always seem to take longer with these sort of things. My Daughter, man she was Potty Trained by the time she was two. The boys, they seem to love the feel of squishy poo on their bums. As much as I hate changing dirty diapers, I know soon enough it will all be over, and these guys will be too big for any potty games, like sink the Cheerio, and the Poo Poo on the Potty chant.
I will have my revenge though, when I'm old, one of them will be changing mine. Unless I piss them off too bad, and they stick me in a Home. Which brings to mind something I once heard.
'Don't piss your kids off today, because they will be the ones deciding which Rest Home you enter tomorrow.'
His Poop reeks people, I mean enough to gag a maggot off of a gut wagon, kind of stink. It's not little baby poops anymore, you know the ones that look disgusting, but just don't have the aroma. He will use the potty to pee, but just can't seem to find the time to sit on it long enough to drop a turd in the water. Mrs. Molly always seems to know when these presents are coming, because she always sends him my way with a diaper and wipes in hand. (I really appreciate that Honey.)
Boys always seem to take longer with these sort of things. My Daughter, man she was Potty Trained by the time she was two. The boys, they seem to love the feel of squishy poo on their bums. As much as I hate changing dirty diapers, I know soon enough it will all be over, and these guys will be too big for any potty games, like sink the Cheerio, and the Poo Poo on the Potty chant.
I will have my revenge though, when I'm old, one of them will be changing mine. Unless I piss them off too bad, and they stick me in a Home. Which brings to mind something I once heard.
'Don't piss your kids off today, because they will be the ones deciding which Rest Home you enter tomorrow.'
posted by Tall Molly Man at 7:00 PM
2 Comments:
*putting fingers in ears*
lalalalalalalalalala
I like to live in the fairy tale world that he'll be magically potty trained by 2.5 years old! 19 month old baby boys make horrid smelling diapers too.
blech
lol but you're such a good daddy to keep on changing and well, yeah...the whole "home" thing makes me cringe a bit...haha
I forgot to add the part, where I was helping him up and he stepped on my nuts. As I was rolling on the ground in agony, he laughed and pounced on me. His brother shouted with glee that Daddy's nuts hurt. MRS. Molly thought this was vulgar and tried to come up with a new name for them.
She came up with Avacados. My son responded no those are nuts!
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