This book is Emelia's current bedtime read of choice. Why this book and why now I don't know. The only thing I can think of is that bodily functions are funny at our house.
Jeff and my mom had something in common you see - they both loved potty humor. My mom would stand in the card aisle for an hour trying to find just the right fart card. Jeff makes up songs about poop and pee. Abba's "Lovin' Me Lovin' You" turns in to Goin' Pee, Goin' Poo, I do numbers one and two. Emelia and he father make each other laugh by playing a game called I want to eat... (then they fill in the blank with poopy diapers, or underpants or tushies.) I try to discourage this because the first time she blurted out that she wanted to eat underpants in line at Target I about died. Jeff is now on board with discouraging this but he can't help himself sometimes.
The other day Emelia tooted, I know because I could smell it. I asked "did you toot" and she giggled and said "aahhhh it smells rosy!" Then she proceeded to laugh hysterically. I am pretty sure my mom was giggling right along with her up in heaven.
I try not to be a stick in the mud but my manners alarm goes off in huge ways when this stuff comes up, which is ironic given my mom's love of the word fart. So, alas we try to compromise by reading Everyone Poops.
1 comment:
Ah yes. And one day when Emelia is home with her fiance (long after she's old and gets out of the convent), you will delight in telling this story again, much to her chagrin. Few will know just how much control you must use to relax your sphincters about all this.
Love, B
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