|Not really holding poop. But you wondered, right?|
All this talk of puke and vomit over the past couple of weeks has made one of our favorite topics around the house feel a bit left out. Poop. That’s right.
Poop is one of Annika’s favorite words lately. She likes to say it, just to be silly. When she doesn’t want to answer a question, she says loudly, “POOP!” For instance, if I ask her what she wants for dinner the answer is, about 90 percent of the time, “poop.”
This kid is a class act folks.
She likes to point out her poop in the toilet. “Mama, I made a big poo poo, huh?” She’ll say proudly, waiting for my acknowledgment. She wants to know if I’m pooping when I’m positioned on our porcelain throne.
She points out dog poop when we go for walks. We discuss how stinky it is.
She thinks it is quite hilarious when our dog, Baltar, is pooping.
Pooping affects where we go, too.
Yesterday one of our playgroups met at a coffee shop that we love. For the Austinites, I’ll go ahead and plug Irie Bean. It’s awesome. The coffee is delicious. The baristas are friendly. They have indoor and outdoor seating. There’s oh-so-yummy Casitas Taco next door for breakfast tacos.
But yesterday was the first time we met there for our playgroup in quite some time. Why?
For those of you who don’t live in Austin, I’ll break it down for you. Austin is awesome because just about everywhere you go, kids and dogs are welcome and accommodated. But that means there’s poop.
It’s less intrusive when the kids poop unless you are highly averse to seeing someone change a diaper, or gross out if a small child has a pee pee accident.
But if there’s dogs, that means there’s going to be dog poop on the ground. And sometimes kids pick up the dog poop.
I could go on and on about pooping and scooping. But there’s really no point to any of this. I just thought it would be nice to round off the week with another disgusting topic.
Hope everyone is a having a poop-filled weekend. Guess what we’re having for dinner?
Oh, that’s just gross.