Poop

Momma poop. Dada poop. Gamma poop. Horse poop. Willie poop. Kiki poop. Lady poop. Car poop. Everything with Will poops. EVERYTHING. He talks about it constantly and everywhere he goes. I am trying very hard not to get humiliated by it when he does this in public. At Target. In front of people. Who look at me. The other day as I am trying to pick out what squeezies he isn't going to eat anyway, he blurts out "Willie poop". I look at him honestly curious and respond "Oh you did, did you?". He responds "Ya". I know then that he didn't poop. The woman just beyond us tells me he is so cute. I just want to condescendingly ask "Really?". So we move on to the next thing on our list. It's batteries, in the electronic area. Lots more people here than the baby food aisle and he starts repeating "Momma poop. Momma poop.". I secretly want to die but I go with it. I am not going to tell him to stop. Most people are parents and have gone through what I am currently embroiled in. I know it's a kid thing, all kids do it and telling him to stop isn't going to solve problems. He is entertained. He doesn't think he is being bad, he is not trying to be bad and he is just practicing what he is currently learning. Kids really are sponges. It's shocking what he knows from day to day. So I go with it. He laughs and smiles and enjoys his forced shopping cart sitting while I whip around. Eventually he moves on to other things and the moment passes but the memory of humiliation burns on. I love my kids!