On Saturday Claudia and I were in Sunglass Hut in the mall. I was trying on sunglasses and Claudia was helping me by touching all of the lenses.
At some point she noticed that her father and brother were no longer with us and she said “Where Daddy Ian go?” (She talks in complete sentances, but she doesn’t like to waste her time with any pesky conjunctions.) I told her that they had gone to the restroom to change Ian’s diaper.
This must have given her the idea, because all of the sudden, my delicate little flower yells “I HAVE DIARRHEA!” Even though it sounded more like dia-wea I’m still pretty sure everyone else knew exactly what she was talking about. Being the mature adult that I am, I doubled over laughing and so she yelled it again. “I HAVE DIARHEA!”
The strangest part about it is that it wasn’t even true. I checked her diaper and she didn’t even have solid poop. Nothing. She was barely wet.
My baby girl has learned about bathroom humor. I think she’s a riot.
Thank you to Monty Python’s Flying Circus for my favorite poop joke.