“You’re a stinky poo-poo head” my 3-year old said to me this morning before dissolving into a fit of giggles.
“I’m going to do a pop on your lap!” he howled out loud as I attempted to manoeuvre him into his underpants, one leg at a time.
“Smell my bum” he laughed after he actually did.
“Are we going to have poo for breakfast?” he added cheekily as we made our way downstairs.
“It’s Peppa Poo!” he pointed out to me as we passed his collection of Peppa Pig sticker books.
“I need a poo” he announced conveniently, just as we were about to leave the house.
There is so much talk of poo in my house at the moment that I have been forced to create rules around the appropriate use of the word.
Like, no poo talk at the dinner table; no poo talk in front of strangers; and absolutely no shouting out of “Mummy are you doing a big stinky poo” when we are visiting a friend’s house (again).
When Zachy and his cousin get together, the poo talk is even more exaggerated.
After tucking them both up in bed one night, the Greek God(zilla) and I listened to their conversation from outside the door.
“I’m Zachy poo-poo and you’re Archie wee-wee”
“No, I’m Archie poo-poo and you’re Zachy wee-wee”
Cue simultaneous chuckling.
Then, there was the time I scolded them for talking about runny poo at the table while I was serving up spaghetti bolognaise for tea, so they simply shrugged and adjourned to the sofa instead.
They will happily sit and trade poo insults to each other for hours.
But where does it come from, and why do they find poo so funny?
Maybe it is a consequence of my over enthusiastic potty training… but in those early days, poos were so rare that the mere hint of one on the runway was applauded and cheered, but definitely no laughing matter.
Perhaps it is my take no prisoners attitude to dog poo in the park that is partly to blame, as I regularly call out for him not to step in it, touch it, or prod at it with a stick.
Or, is this just what little 3-year old boys do and much like his father, may never entirely grow out of?
Is it really only a matter of time before he starts asking me to pull his finger?
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