Much Ado About Poop

It's no secret that the average three-year-old's sense of humor leans towards the scatological. Bodily functions, after all, are inherently funny - I mean, a fart is its own punchline. When male kids grow up, they continue to find amusement there. There are days, though, when all the talk of burping, farting, and pooping does start to wear a bit thin.

The other night at dinner, our sweet little petunia sang this:

Little Bo Peep, she lost her sheep
And then Little Bo Peep pooped in Father's butt!

[Insert raucous laughter here.]

We've tried explaining that such topics aren't really acceptable anywhere, much less at the dinner table. In the car, she holds Minnie Mouse in her lap and then pulls Minnie's tail up so that the mouse can fart. Over and over and over again. That Minnie - she's no lady. I don't care if she does wear high heels and a polka-dot dress.

Our daughter is prone to making random comments like, "Giddy has poop in his heinie." Or, when I am changing into my pajamas: "I see your butty-butt-butt!" Modesty and social graces have gone out the window. No topic is off limits. "Father has a butt right on his back!" she told me recently.

Oddly enough, for all the talk of bodily output, she doesn't want us looking at hers. She uses the, um, facilities with the door wide open but then shouts, "DON'T LOOK AT MY POOP!" if we happen to walk by.

My little sunshine buttercup. :::sigh:::