I almost titled this post "What the heck came out of my child's butt?!" but that seemed a little wrong to me.
I have a very juvenile confession. I think toilet humor is hilarious. John teases me that one only needs to say the word "poopy" in front of me and I crack a grin. Schmoopybaby's toots have long elicited grins, giggles, songs (When you're near me, I hear a symphony!) and other such silliness. I know I will regret it in a couple of years, but I just can't help myself sometimes. I am that big of a dork. :)
But there is a point when poop crosses the line from funny to gross; and my friends, this weekend we crossed that line. I'll spare you the details. Just sayin'.