I believe very strongly in teaching my kids to use appropriate behaviour and language at all times. There is no room in Team Pickles for potty humour and poop jokes, and if my children veer into bathroom humour territory, I gently admonish them and remind them that
What do you mean, no-one’s buying it? I’ll have you know that we don’t stand for that sort of…
All right, fine. Maybe I’m not as consistent as I perhaps should be on the whole potty humour thing…but y’know…sometimes…shtuff happens.
Yesterday when Ben declared that he was about to have his third (3rd!!) poop of the day, I foolishly led us down the rabbit hole of poop jokes (my apologies, Ben’s teachers!). It started out so innocently:
“Ben, you’re the poopiest guy I’ve ever seen! I have never heard of anyone pooping as much as you! You’re like the pooper of all poopers. If you were a dinosaur, you’d be a Poopasaurus Rex!!”
*giggle giggle giggle *
“If you were a tropical fish, you’d be a pooping tetra!”
*giggle giggle giggle *
“If you were a lunch, you’d be…pooperoni and cheese!!”
*giggle giggle giggle *
“If you were a breakfast you’d be cereal with poopghurt!!”
*howls*
“If you were a dinner, you’d be spaghetti and poopballs!!”
“If I were a book, I’d be I Have To Go POOP!!”
“If you were a Dr. SEUSS book you’d be The Cat in the Hat Goes Poop! Or Horton Hears a Poop!”
“Yeah! And it would be by Dr. POOPS!”
“If you were a Treehouse show, you’d be Franklin and Poops!!”
“Or Thomas the Tank Engine and Poops! And if I were a Disney Junior show, I’d be Stella and Poop!”
“If you were a song, you’d be I Knew You Were Poopy When You Walked In.”
“If you were a breakfast cereal, you’d be Froot Poops!”
“If I was in a band I’d be a poopcussionist!!”
“If you were a musical instrument, you’d be a poop organ!!”
“Or I’d play the BAGPOOPS!!!”
“If you were a pizza topping, you’d be…”
“POOPERONI AND CHEESE!!!”
*total collapse*
Sorry, mom…
~ karyn