I have to tell you, if I hear the word “poop” one more time, I may just lose it. (My temper, people, not my bowels.)
Seriously. How many times can little boys say “poop” in one weekend?
I really should’ve counted. I’m pretty sure we could’ve gotten some kind of a deal with Guinness for it. (And Husband does love that beer!)
I spent the majority of the weekend cooped up in the house with the boys. Well, two of them anyway. Boy #1 has too full of a social calendar to ever spend all weekend at home—with his family. And by Saturday I was pretty impressed by the way Boys #2 and #3 were playing together. Being 4 1/2 and 7, they share most of the same interests—namely, Pokemon and Boy #2’s Nintendo DS. However, then I began noticing something about the way they were playing…
And upon further
eavesdropping mommy investigation, I realized that every third word they were using related to some sort of bodily function. And the fact that this continued to be funny just amazed me. I mean, really. How is “Mr. Poopyhead” still funny the 734th time you say it? And funny to the point of hysterical laughter? I just don’t get it. Maybe it’s because I grew up with only two sisters, and I don’t recall us ever harboring an obsession for the word “pee.” It’s got to be a boy thing.
I mean, is it just me? Here, let me give you a typical conversation that took place between the boys this weekend. Tell me, am I missing something here? Is this stuff “gold”?
Boy #3: Hey, Pikachu pooped on his poopyhead.
Boy #2: That’s okay. Chimchar just peed!
Boy #3: (Rolling with laughter) Chimchar, did you pee, or are you a poopy poop poop?
Boy #2: (Grinning because he made Boy #3 die laughing) I’m a poopy poop poop with a butt for a head and I can’t stop farting.
And so on…and so on…
Yes, I ask them to “stop talking like that” but it’s pretty much like asking them to stop breathing. It’s become that automatic.
Last night Husband got on his computer and saw that the boys had been playing one of his games and had added a new character. His name?
So Husband called Boy #2 in the room, who claimed that it was his brother who did it, which is funny because his brother can’t spell. (And obviously, neither can Boy #2! I mean, if you’re going to name a character Turd Face, at least spell it correctly!)
But there is hope that they’ll eventually grow out of it. Take Boy #1 for example. He’s exchanged “poop” and “fart” for the oft-shouted phrases “Shut up!” or “Idiot!” I can only hope that his brothers follow his lead…