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March 30, 2006
Poop-a-loop-a-lus
I was reminded of the following story by this entry from Baby Poop and Business Suits.
Haydn was probably three and, despite the fact he'd been potty trained for a good long while, was in the habit of tracking down an adult he made a noteworthy poop. The adult would make the trek into the bathroom, admire Haydn's work, and then make the appropriate comments.
On one such occasion I remember being genuinely impressed and remarking, "That's incredible. It's as big as your arm!" It really was incredible and my wonderings ran from "How could something that large come out of you?" to "What can we change about your diet to keep things like this from happening again?"
A day or two passed after the big-as-your-arm poop.
Haydn had moved his bowels again and was pretty sure I'd want to see his handiwork. Hey, and why not? He was obviously putting some time and effort into these things. Who knew what might come out? (Well, I had a pretty good idea. But isn't a really really big poop just half a step away from a golden egg?)
"Haydn," I said, "This is very impressive."
"Yea," he said, his tone a little less enthusiastic than mine, "It's not as big as my arm."
Ahhh. The boy had goals. Even at that early age.
(Hey, here's another post about poop via Notes from a Very Small Island ...)
Posted by delmer at March 30, 2006 8:01 AM
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Grown men still have the same goals.
Posted by: The Phoenix at March 30, 2006 8:53 AM