It's All About Number Two

We're currently at the potty training stage with where we're still a ways off from using the toilet to "tinkle," but my daughter is more than willing to poopy in the potty whenever she is able to hold it or remembers. However, with this new found appreciation for walking around sans a load in one's diaper comes an amazing stage in her mental development - the realization that absolutely everyone poops.

I "blame" some of this on the fact that we've been reading the excellent "Everyone Poops
" to her on and off for about a year now. Page after page of scatological, yet tasteful, watercolor illustrations of people and animals dropping deuces all over the place is enough to hold an adult's attention, never mind a child's. In fact, "Everyone Poops," along with "The Holes in Your Nose," "The Gas We Pass: The Story of Farts," and "All About Scabs" are all in heavy rotation on a daily basis.

This isn't a bad thing, mind you - I'm probably more excited than she is about her newfound love of sitting on the potty. It does lead to some developmental quirks that, for a lesser father, could prove a little embarrassing. Little things, like:

• Asking a random adult if they poop
• Asking to see mommy/daddy poop when you excuse yourself from the table at a restaurant
• Stopping cold on the sidewalk and loudly declaring "That's a biiiiig doggie poop!"
• Informing people that "I cannot eat my pooo poooooo..."

And so on.

Another quirk is the insatiable obsession with animal poops. When we let the dogs out back, The Kid™ will often run to the sliding glass door and practically cheering them on to poopie. There are times when all she wants to do, in fact, is force the poor guys outside in the heat/cold/rain just to watch them take care of business.

My favorite side effect of this business with her being obsessed with doing her business is that no matter what I draw, she'll add poop to the picture. A picture of the dogs? she adds poop. An airplane? Poop-plane, more like. Superman? Pooperman! Of course, the best is when she just cuts to the chase and just flat out asks me to draw a poop for her.

I know this is just a phase, but it's actually a fun one, especially when you compare it to her other phases we're currently undergoing. I'll take a poop obsession any day over the random tantrums, the climbing on top of the kitchen counter or letting the dogs out the front door leading to 30 minutes of driving around the city looking for them. In comparison, a little potty humor is a breeze.

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