A Rose by Any Other Name ...

I am not the funny one in my family. Sure I can throw out a good one once in a while, but as a whole, I tend to be more on the dramatic side. At times I can get down right preachy. My husband has been known to call me church lady from time to time and it is not necessarily a term I am opposed to. However, this past week many of my posts have been a little on the deep side. So today, I thought I’d take advantage of my husband’s one-liners and lighten things up a little.

Every parent knows that soon after having that little one placed in your arm you will quickly become obsessed with bowel movements. Not your bowel movements but those of your little one. You want to know when, how often, what it looked like, etc. You start to notice the signs that your child is about to “give you a present.” I remember watching “Look who’s Talking” as a kid and realized for the first time that it didn’t just appear. Mollie took Mikey to see her birth father. The birth father looks over and asks if he’s taking a dump to which Molly replies, “No, he’s thinking real hard!”

Many parents will find their toddler has a favorite place to do his deed. Some children require privacy. My children never had any need for privacy or a special place. They just took care of business when the need arose.

Over the year my husband has come up with many different terms to describe the process and actual product. While I prefer to keep things on the non-organic level, he always seems to relate it to food:

For doing the deed he has: baking brownies; making you a present.

For description he has: Milk duds; Kit Kats (I don’t really get this one); Whoppers and Thanksgiving dinner (for the really big production). I prefer to use Rabbit pellets.

So dear readers, what are some of your favorite? Come on, you know you’ve got them!