There is just no getting around it in this household. It isn't something that is acceptable to banter back and forth about in the world outside my home. But inside my four humble walls? There is plenty of poo discussion. No amount of punishing, pleading, prodding or even pinching can get Kai to stop saying "poo."
He says it when he's happy, frustrated, angry or defiant. For Kai, no occasion is complete without the inclusion of his favorite word.
And so goes my life. My high heels are getting dusty in the back of my closet. My nails haven't seen a decent coat of polish since '09 and my feet would scare off even the oldest goat in the barn. I'm going to have to haul my own hoof trimmer to the nail salon by the time I get around for a pedicure. (Come to think of it, I'll just go out to Jay's uncle's farm and have the ferrier put horseshoes on my feet. The boys would like that better than a pair of heels any day!)
I can't recall the last time I had a stimulating conversation about politics or music or literature. In fact, I joined a book club that focuses on the classics to remind myself that there is life outside of hearing the word "poo" 2,153 times a day. When I got 75 pages into the book and discovered that I had no idea what I had read, and more disturbing....didn't care, I dropped out in shame. Hence, the loss of more valuable braincells.
But I sure have conversed about poo with a 2 year old. When Kai is feeling particularly snarky and doesn't want to give his mother a break, our dialogue goes something like this...
"Kai, what do you want for snack?"
"Poo!"
"Kai, you HAVE to tell me what you want.
"Poo." (said with a wicked grin)
"String cheese or crackers? Which one?"
"Poo." (even bigger grin)
"That wasn't one of the choices, little boy! Now just answer me right now or you'll get nothing to eat and you'll be hungry for a long long time!!!! AND I WON'T EVEN CARE!" (I didn't say that last part. But I thought it, though.)
"O-Kaaaay! I want string cheese.....
And poo."
