Random Bits of Information

Kenny pooped five (yes, FIVE) times today.   How can that be?   He’s not sick, all of it was “normal.”   I guess when a boy’s gotta go, a boy’s gotta go….

When I said, “Wow, Kenny!   You’ve pooped a lot today!” on change number four, he chirped up, “POOP!   Poop like Dudley.”   You see, we’ve been talking about how everyone poops, since Kenny is mesmerized watching Dudley do his business in the yard.   I replied, “No, baby.   Dudley poops outside, Kenny poops in a diaper,”  and Kenny said, “Poop osside like Dudley.”   Well, he was right.   We’d been playing outside when he did it….

Kenny was trying to convince me to let him play with the balls from the pool table in the living room, and I said (rather without thinking), “No, Honey.   Those are Daddy’s balls.”    So he spent the rest of the day pointing at the pool table and shouting, “Daddy’s Balls!”

We were at the park, wandering around the playground equipment, which is surrounded by sand, and Kenny stopped to pick up a handful.   I said, “That’s sand, Kenny.   Just like at the beach!”   and Kenny said, “Beetch!   Beetch!”   only it sounded a whole lot like another not very nice word.   He continued saying it as several other moms and tots walked past us…. “BEETCH!   BEETCH!”   I couldn’t help but blush at the accusatory glances… what must  she be teaching  her child? these women wondered…