The Poop.

     I think it started with the dog in this picture: Fluffy. As Catie and I take turns walking him, we update each other on his..."status". What happened during the walk, what didn't. It's just our way of communicating when he needs to be walked again, if he's eating enough, etc. Then, somewhere along the way, we started talking openly about the dog's poop. Not an ounce of shame involved. It was like, "Hey, this sure is some nice weather. Work was interesting. The dog took a huge poo." Without even blinking we discuss disgusting things.
     I wonder if it's going to be like this with our child. "Hi Honey, welcome home, the baby poo'd huge, how was your day?" I really want some comments on this post. There has GOT to be some fantastic poo stories out there. Stories at work, play, or on the road. Let me know how you dealt with the clean up and/or the embarrassment. PLEASE! I want to hear yours. If you post anonymously, I'll assume you don't want credit for them in the eventual book.
     And just in case we needed any more proof that women are better than us, here's a nice little video to prove it.