Each day when Lisa comes home from work, the first thing she does after giving the kids a hug and kiss and me the finger is change her clothes. On this certain day, I hoped she would change her clothes quickly because I had something very urgent to do: take a crap.
I was supervising the kids doing an art project, so I couldn't leave them alone. As I was waiting for Lisa to come downstairs, Emma asked me if something was wrong.
I answered, "Oh. Nothing's wrong. I'm just waiting for Mommy to come back downstairs because I have to go to the bathroom."
"Do you have to go pee-pee?" Emma asked.
"No," I answered.
"You have to do a stinky poo-poo?" she surmised.
"Yes. That's right. I have to do a stinky poo-poo," I answered.
"Andrew! Daddy has to do a stinky poo-poo!" Emma screamed with an unusual amount of joy.
"Eww!" sneered Andrew. "Daddy's a poo-poo head!"
Emma and Andrew laughed hysterically. I just clenched my teeth and knees.
Finally, Lisa made it downstairs. I darted upstairs and told the kids, "Okay! Daddy will be right back. I got to go to the bathroom."
And then the thing Emma said to me, I was unable to tell if it was said honestly or sarcastically. But with a flip of her head she said, "Well, I hope you have a good one!"
I guess that was good etiquette? I looked it up in Emily Post, but there was nothing about poop politeness.
No comments:
Post a Comment