Yesterday afternoon:
Jack: I'm going to wash my hands (he'd been playing in the sand) and go poo poo.
Me: Okey-doke.
minutes later, he comes back in from outside
Jack: I'm going to wash my hands.
Me: ...and go poo poo?
Jack: No, it drained.
Me: Drained? Did you go poo poo in your underwear?
Jack, very annoyed with me for asking such an intrusive and belittling question: NO!
Me: Well, then where did your poo-poo drain?
Jack: There's poo-poo in the sandbox.
Me: You poo-pooed in the sandbox?
Jack: NO! The dogs did it.
Me: So, where's your poo-poo?
Jack, very matter of factly and non-chalantly: It drained.
Me: So, you don't need to go anymore?
Jack: Nope!
Me: Okey-doke.
Who knew that "drained" meant the feeling passed? Obviously not me! Kids are weird!
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2 comments:
You're right...who knew?
Out of the mouths of babes...
:)
I THINK I KNEW--that happens to ME, ALL THE TIME--HA!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE YA'LL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RoRo
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