“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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I thought that having a little girl I would never have to worry about any of that kind of stuff…boy was I wrong! Just the other day we were driving to the shops when Sadie said “Mummy smell the air…isn’t that one stinky poppy I did” she then fell into fits of giggles. She loves analysing her poo each time she goes to the toilet and loves asking me if I’m pooing always when we are in a public toile!
Hee! I can empathise, my now 4 year old when through a very similar phase, his favourite and most hilarious (to him) phrase was ‘pee-pee poo poo head’ Grrrrrrrrr. Let us know if that day does come when you’re pulling fingers for farts!
i’m so sorry to inform you that at the grand old age of 4 1/2 the conversation is still predominately poo related. so exasperated i asked the teachers at school if this was normal with the other children, and they just laughed in my face “oh yes you’ve got a least another year and half to go!” grrrrrrrrr
I read this with great interest, as it felt like I was writing it! My 3 year old shares vocab and emotions…as well as Greek heritage. At least it gets ‘lost in translation’.
And I’m sorry to inform you that we’re still having these conversations – with 2 boys full time, I hasten to add, with my eldest approaching his eighth birthday. You’ll have more to watch out for than a pulled finger! 🙂
Our eldest daughter is now 6 and still falls about laughing at any talk of farts or poo. I remember her going through this stage, age 3, when we lived in France – over there it’s called the “caca boudin” phase, as the kids just repeat the phrase “caca boudin” non-stop, which basically means “poopoo sausage”. I remember finding it very bizarre seeing very sophisticated French friends talking about their kids going through the “poopoo sausage” stage.
Give him another 10 years and he may grow out of it….on the other hand, he’s male so….!
I dunno, I know a 32 year old who’s not that different. I think it’s a male thing! Seriously though, I’m pretty sure kids DO go through a poo obsessive phase. A couple of weeks ago we had our next door neighbour’s little boy (aged 4) round for tea. He and my (2 year old) daughter discussed poo for at least two hours. They found it hilarious and disgusting at the same time. Gross.
It’s boy humour unfortunately. I remember glaring at a Mother on the nursery run after her son called my daughter a poo-poo. She just shrugged and smiled. I couldn’t believe it. I was livid!
Nowadays when mothers of girls give me the look, I just shrug and smile at my poo-obsessed boy…
Totally normal and I don’t think they grow out of it – grrrr xx
This was so well written – the opening was hilarious! I think that toilet humour is a universal thing. Little A found poo really funny with out me telling her it was! (and I still find poo jokes funny – how childish am I?) X.
LOL! WEll, as you can see by the previous comments… this is a pretty universal thing! Sadly, we still have rules about poo talk at the table and our youngest is 15!
Very, very cute post. I was chuckling myself all the way through it (but don’t tell my kids!).
Hehe scatalogical humour-we all love it really!
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This made me laugh so much – partly because it’s so well written and partly because there was that flash of recognition! Boys, you gotta love them xx
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Hahaha, it is definitely a boy thing I think!