Why is it that this is the sort of conversation starter that my days are filled with? There was a time not so long ago that I had real conversations... about literature, art, theology, even current events. Now I discuss poop with my children. The texture of poop. The color of poop. What kind of poop comes from birds and bugs and reptiles. Why poop stinks. Why food turns into poop. Why does an apple help you poop but a banana stop you from pooping. Poop Poop Poop. I'm evidently the answer man when it comes to poop because the questions keep coming.
And while I sit here pondering the lack of intelligent conversation going on around here, Obie toddles in with a half chewed tortilla that he just stuck too far in his mouth and then gagged back out. He hands it to me and, well, what's a mom to do? I take it. So I have poop on the brain and masticated mush in my hand. This is not quite the job I signed up for, is it???
But he did say, "Jee Ju", which means thank you. See... being a Stay At Home Mom isn't a thankless job after all.
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