Clearly, Ben needs to drink more water. First he called his nuggets "party poo." This morning? He announced that his poop came out "single file." (Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop.) Which, I suppose, is better than coming out in buddy pairs, holding hands. Or in a stampeding mob.
What's your favorite potty metaphor?
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Not answering the question asked, but the water thing is something of a myth. He probably needs to eat less simple carbohydrates.
Clearly, I would be remiss if I didn't mention "dropping the kids off at the pool." I'm not willing to say that's my favorite, but it does seem that this discussion would be incomplete without it, no?
The kids wailing, as they make it up the stairs to the bathroom, "I gotta pooooooooooooooooooooooop!" Like a wailing fire engine turning the corner and heading for a 5-alarm-er.
While my dad would reference having the trots, my mother would ask us if we had to go grunt.
Disgusting.
I've been gone for so long...you make me laugh...love the single file comment. Imagine if we all discussed our poop the way we do with our kids...life would be funnier than it is, that's for sure.
The best adult ones are always the grossest (i.e. laying cable or party mud), but my daughter likes to call the "party poop" her nuggets. And typically they are mommy, daddy and children nuggets. And when she's straining, I have to do a pep talk for the nuggets and tell them to finish eating breakfast, watching tv, or whatever else is otherwise occupying the nuggets so that they don't rush out of her colon. Most of the time they seem to pay attention, too.
When John suffered from a bout of diarrhea when he was about 2 1/2, he hollered out the window to my visiting aunt that he was suffering from "wee wee in my bottom."
And as far as potty metaphors -- what cracks me up more is two parents talking to each other as if they're talking to kids: "I've gotta go potty and then I'm heading off to work."
I know this is a metaphor for other things besides poop, but "rats fleeing a sinking ship" (the rats being turds and the ship being my ass) describes the state of the poo-union these days. I might be just a tad anxious about final papers...
Actually, now that I think about it, it's "like rats fleeing a sinking ship" which is not a metaphor at all, but a simile. I am a box of rocks. I mean, dumb AS a box of rocks...
I also forgot to say that Mr. K and I use John's description if one of us has the ailment. Even when we should know better
I've always found "pinching a loaf" to be evocative to the point of squirm, yet I can't get it out of my head.
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