Toilet Talk

This post was inspired by one of my friends "crappy" posts and also by a very funny little six year old boy.

Here are two conversations I had with Todd over the last 3 days.

*Todd had been in the bathroom awhile when he finally called out, "Mom, come look at my poop." At first I was alarmed that something might be wrong so I got up in a hurry to see if everything was okay. As I approached the bathroom Todd said, "Mom, you've got to take a picture of my poo-poo".

"Why would I want to take a picture of your poo-poo" I said.

"Because it's so BIG!" He replied.

Sure enough there in the toilet was a trophy sized do-do without any toilet paper may I add.

Oh my heck, this brought back a flood of nasty memories of growing up with my brothers. My son has turned into his Uncle Craig. Heaven help me!

*This next conversation occurred yesterday when Todd returned home from school. I was folding laundry and he came and snuggled in beside me.

"Todd did you have a rough day at school today?" I questioned.

"*Long Sigh* Yeah, I was trying to find a place I could pee outside."

"You were trying to find a place you could pee outside?" I repeated a little dumb founded.

"Well yeah mom, I am a construction worker". (That is his Halloween costume this year)

"*Long Sigh* Todd, please tell me you did not pee outside at school today". (While waiting for a response I was silently chanting....please, please, please...in my head)

To my great relief, and his apparent dismay he replied...

"No mom, I didn't. I held it".

Oh, thank goodness. Thank you Todd for not relieving yourself behind the tree at recess. I thought for a moment I was going to be sick as I waited for a call from the Principal's office.

Boys are nuts and adorable and gross rolled into one awesome little package, aren't they?