It must be a hallmark of boy conversation to discuss body functions. I was sitting quietly at my desk when Dennis awoke from his nap and crept into the library. He stood before me and announced rapidly "Mommy, my poo-poo is about going to come out really fast and it's called diarrhea". Alarmed, I ushered him quickly to the bathroom and helped him onto the seat. He peed and then a look if amazement came over his face. He said "oh, my tummy wasn't sick because it was full of poo-poo, it was sick because it was full of pee-pee". And five minutes later, he was back on the toilet, again warning me of impending diarrhea (which wasn't, in fact, the case). He said "oh, it's just a REALLY BIG POO-POO--look!". He considered his masterpiece for a moment and then said "poo-poo comes from food, where does pee-pee come from?".
Tonight in Walmart he bit David out of tiredness and irritability (we hope that's why), so we put back the matchbox fire truck we'd been planning to get him. He was very sad, of course, and was trying whatever he could think of to get us back for hurting his feelings. He suddenly turned his head to face me and said very cheekily "I just ate a booger". And then he gave me a sassy little smirk.
Just now he ran into our room clad in Elmo underwear and a Santa hat. He is jumping on the bed and just said "hi, my name is Santa Claus and we need to talk". So I have to go now so I can give him my list...
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