Why Parents Talk About Poop

Have you ever thought to yourself and yet another status message about her kid's bowel movements? Why is it it that parents feel the need to always share the smelly details of their day?

The daily encounters of parents, in particular the ones staying home with the kids, are so traumatic and disgusting that if they didn't seek out empathy and humor, they would undoubtedly sink into a pit of disgust and self-loathing at the state of their shoulders and the foul atrocities nasally witnessed each day.

For instance, last night I inadvertently allowed son 1 to stay in a pull-up about 10 hours too long. Mind you, he is potty trained while awake, but I simply forgot to change him out of the nap pull-up and into the night time one at bed time, so he started off one sheet and mattress pad to the wind. So as I am changing his bedding for his nap today, he is on the potty and I hear the word poop uttered several times before hearing shrieks of laughter and AWWW, Matthew! Son 2 was fishing for carp (rearrange letters at will) with his hand shoved down in the water between son 1's legs, while son 1 had sczootched to the back of the seat cackling. Thank the Lord for dial soap.

For every five shared status messages or stories shared by a parent, you can assume there is at least one unspeakable story of which you will never know. Be thankful you don't hear those stories. Be thankful if you have those stories that your toddler will forget them.

Parents need to know that what goes on inside their walls doesn't only go on inside their walls. They need the badge of bravery that comes from shared laughter and groans of ewwww. Some days I feel like it is me versus the crazies, and I can't help but sigh you boys are sooo gross! They are, but I don't love them any less for it.