Scatological Humor

Those who have followed my blog for a while can tell you that my oldest is preoccupied with poop. If it's not the fear of bear poop, then it's the concern over how septic systems work. Mostly, it's just the word. He's like a grade-schooler who hears it outloud and just can't help but giggle. Sure, there are far worse things he could be saying, so if "poop" is as bad as it gets then I'm going to count my blessings.

Now he's got his sister saying it too. All the time. And I don't know whether or not she really thinks it's funny, but she knows David thinks it's funny, and that's all that matters. She times it just right. She likes to yell it out at the dinner table and occasionally at a restaurant. And now that she's singing, it's found its way into the lyrics.

I'm pushing her on the swing this morning and she starts in with "How Much Is That Doggie In The Window?"- one of her favorites. I guess since our previous home owners' dog had lovingly decorated the yard with the stuff, she figured the two things go hand in hand.

So this is her: "How much is dat poooop in da window..."
Me: "Sofia, no thank you..."
Her: (not missing a beat) "...da one with the big poooops..." (giggle)
Me: "Okay, honey, that's enou-"
Her: "...how much is dat poopie in da window... HA HAH!!"
Me: "Sofia!"
Her: "I hope dat mama and poops for sale!!"

I don't know how I got dragged into the theme, but there you have it. I'm knee-deep in the stuff.