Part 2.

Part 2 of the ‘Poop?’ story: This may have lost its’ luster, since it has been a little while since I posted the first part of this story, but I am going to continue it anyway. And, just for the record, I promise to try and use the word ‘poop’ in moderation. Since we are on the cusp of potty training, the word comes up a lot around our place, and, unfortunately for those who dislike the word, trickles into the blog.
OK, so there is Glenn sitting on the pot, with Stella in the doorway, watching, as she again questions, “Poop?”. “Yes”, comes the response, “daddy needs to poop.” With a clear answer to her question, Stella proceeds to tell Glenn to “Push!” and promptly follows this with a grunt – “Hhnngh!” Now, just to provide a little background, for a few months, we were having a hard time regulating Stella’s system. As a result, she developed an aversion to pooping, and so began clenching her little cheeks in protest to the inevitable need to go no. 2. We began the task of trying to convince Stella that is was alright to do this, and that we would help her. Without thinking, we would encourage her to “push” so she could be done with it. Little did we know that word would come back to haunt us in the same context with which we used it on Stella. Allow me to clarify, however, that we never once followed this encouragement with any sort of grunting sound. It was never anything we joked about with Stella, as, for quite a while, this was a dreaded and very uncomfortable task she was faced with each day. So, there you go. While it may not seem as humorous with the background included, I assure you that it had me on the floor of the hallway, in a fit of laughter, that brought tears from Glenn as well as me.