Living with a six (almost seven) year old and a four year old, I hear a lot of poo talk.
All. Flipping. Day. Long.
And you know, it can really wear a girl out.
I am sick of poo talk.
Poo jokes? I am sick of them too.
Tiny thinks anything with a punchline of poo poo is going to elicit giggles. It might from her, but I'm not laughing.
Tonight they were reading a book together, and every second word was poo. And you know, I just put a blanket ban on poo talk.
I do not want to discuss poo. With you, or without you. Poo is poo is poo. It's what we do. I do not need to talk about it, thank you.
If you have a poo frenzy on your hands (well not literally I hope), you should get this book. We have the pop-up poo version. It is very funny. Well it was until Tiny tore out all the pop-up bits.
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