Once upon a time, mom and I were babysitting my little cousin Mi-mi who was about 2 and a half, 3 years old at the time. We spent the whole day playing with him at home because he was oh-so-adorable we just couldn’t stop. When lunchtime came around, mom and I left him to his own devices in the other room so that we could each grab a slice of pizza from the kitchen. He was coming along fairly quickly with his potty-training (though still in diapers) so we knew that a few minutes on his own and he should be okay.
Not more than a few bites into each slice and Mi-mi suddenly appeared, toddling into the room without his diaper on.
“Hi, Mi-mi, what’cha doin’? Where’s your diaper?” my mother asked. Mi-mi bravely paused for a second, and then replied.
“Goo-goo,” which is what he calls my mom, “Goo-goo, I got poo.”
“Oh, okay, let’s go to the bathroom then.”
Still munching on the slice of pizza, my mom reached down and offered her free hand to Mi-mi in order to lead him to the bathroom. In turn, Mi-mi reached up and put his hand into hers and handed her something. My mom took a quick look at what he’d handed her.
“Oh...you HAVE poo...in your hand...”
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Tell me that’s not adorable? Maybe also a little gross, but still adorable. He knew that poo wasn’t supposed to happen in his diaper any more, and he made an admirable effort to get it to where it WAS supposed to go...hahaha—wedding story or what? Mi-Mi’s only about 11 years-old now so he’ll be safe for a while longer.
I searched my blog to see if I’d already shared this story with you and found that I hadn’t. But even more unbelievable (since I love to tell this story) was the fact that my search for the term “poo” only turned up 9 results out of my whole blog. Out of nearly five-hundred posts, I’ve only ever used “poo”—one of my FAVOURITE terms—9 times. Sort of disappointing...not that I’m about to make a conscious effort to change that.
1 comment:
I appreciate poo stories.
I don't know if I shared this one with you before:
I was 7-8 and really really had to go poo. I can't remember what I was doing at the time but I was pretty far away from the bathroom. So I made a dash for it and decide to start undoing my pants on my way there so I be READY when I get there. I have my pants and undies down by my knees by the time I step into the bathroom. I was being a little TOO efficient because as soon as I got in front of the toilet, my poop just came out...right on the floor in the middle of the bathroom. My mom made my dad pick it up and flush it away hahahaha. Good times.
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