Warning...dirty talk ahead!

Poop. That's my topic today. You might think you want to stop reading now, but you won't, because everyone...at least mothers have a sick hidden interest with poop. Don't try to deny it, we all know its true. We can't help it. It comes with the title of "Mommy". Remember way back in the good old days, when you and your spouse were dating? So many laughs were shared and in depth conversations were had about topics ranging from politics to religion to literature? Okay, maybe not ALL your conversations were that cerebral, but I'm sure a few were. Probably only 1% of your conversations contained any poo content at all. And those that did you probably were too intoxicated to remember so they don't count! You were a normal adult. But then the beautiful day comes when your first child is born. It is an incredibly moving experience which changes your life for the better in so many ways. But what you never expected are the other changes that happen to you when you give birth. Being a mom comes with a unusually large amount of poo curiosity. Maybe the elevated hormone levels bring it on, but nevertheless ...its there. When you have a newborn, you ask questions about it. " It was WHAT color?" "How much ?" " He did WHAT with it?" You show concern at the doctors when there is too little or too much. You even talk to friends and family about it as if it was a totally exceptable thing to do. Your "ick" filter is gone! Then-the glorious day comes when your child begins to potty train. Now, instead of asking questions about it you cheer everytime some of it lands in the potty. I mean REALLY cheer. My Pup is potty trained...practically. And while this gives me great joy I find that we talk about poo in a totally new and frankly...disturbing way. When my little one deposits in the potty , he looks at it and compares the shape to ...food. I know gross, right? He's had pickle poo, grape poo and carrot poo. Of course he will be the first to wisely tell you NOT to eat it or it will "make you throw up" . True true my friend. True, true. At night, when my husband comes home I find myself eagerly saying " Tell Daddy what you did today." Of course I'm not talking about a picture he drew or a story he told but rather of what he did in the potty. It's a sickness I tell you . One that has to stop, however I see no end in sight. Most mothers are cured of this curiosity when the potty training stage is over . If not cured, at least the curiosity goes dormant. That is unless you are like me, caught in vicious cycle of dirty diapers. As soon as I get one child trained I go and birth another one! So, in a few months I will start all over. Same questions , different child. I just hope that if one day my children come to me and tell me that they have won a Nobel Prize, or found a cure for cancer that I will react with the appropriate amount of enthusiasm. Wouldn't it be horrible to think that your mother was more excited about you doing #2 in the toilet then the fact that you stopped global warming?