I think there’s something wrong with me


I spent five minutes the other night laughing my ass off over this.
For Easter I got the kids a set of window markers. You can use them to color/draw on glass and it is washable so it wipes right off with a wet cloth. Day before yesterday was the first time they’d played with them. When I was showing the markers to them I picked up one and wrote the first thing that popped into my head, which, because I am apparently still 12 years old, was “poop.” Then I went away and left them to their coloring.
I hadn’t paid any attention to their “artwork” until later that night when I went in to feed the bunny. Upon closer inspection I found the following inscriptions in Madalyn’s writing:
Madalyn is a poopy.
JZ is a poop.
Mom is a poop.
Dad is a poop.
And me, being the cracker-jack parent I am, stood out there laughing hysterically over it. Probably I should’ve been horrified or disgusted or something but it just cracked me up. I guess if she’d just written that one of us was a poop I’d have taken it more personally, but, I mean, she included herself in it, as well, so I can hardly take offense to that. Plus, ahem….who gave her the idea to writ it in the first place? Physician, heal thyself.
Sometimes I wonder whose idea it was to give me two children to raise.


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

3 responses »

  1. Sweetie! That is a sign you’re a great mom. Want to hear Sam’s proposition for family fun this morning? “We’re all going to show our butts, and then we’re all going to sing the Big Butts song.” Poop and butts are the cornerstone of childhood humor, and Ben and I are happy to play along! (For the record, we did NOT all show our butts, although we did sing the song.)

  2. Is a “poopy” a diminutive “poop”? A more active “poop”?
    I love your sense of humor about raising your kids Mary. They will be wonderfully well-grounded when they grow up.

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