In a house full of kids, it's impossible not to have conversations about poop. Actually, it starts when they're babies. You go to that first doctor appointment and they ask, "How many times have they had a bowel movement?" and you realize that poop has now entered your life and will be on your radar until the time that your child leaves the house (hopefully sooner?). Warning: poop story ahead.
Anyhow, I was warning Kai all day about the amount of fruit he was eating. Sure enough, he screams he has to go poopy and sure enough, diarrhea comes out.
"Oh my gosh! What is that?" he yells. I tell him it's diarrhea from him eating only fruit and no protein today.
"No Mommy. It's called a Poop Bomb. That's what it's called."
I started laughing so hard right there on the spot. Classic.
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