Max still can't get over his potty word problem. I've told him that he is only suppose to say poop in the bathroom. Today, during Sacrament meeting, Max announced with urgency that he had to go. We headed into the only empty stall and then he proceeded to loudly talk about what he was doing:
Max: Mom, I'm sitting on the potty and pointing my wee down. My poo is coming, Mom. My poo is coming.
Me: (Quietly) Max, I am here. I can see what is happening. We don't need to talk about it.
Max: Mom, I can say POO in the bathroom! My poo doesn't want to come out.
Me: Max! SHHHHH!
Max: Mom, I pooped. IT'S DROWNING! MY POO IS DROWNING!!!
Me: Max, it's okay. This is what is suppose to happen, remember?
Max: Oh, Yeah. Hey, MOM I have more POO!
Me: SHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Max: (Oblivious to my embarrassment and having a great time) I have 4 POOS, Mom! See. 1...2...3...4... Look, they are little! They are brown and round.
Me: (Peeking out the crack in the stall to see if I can leave without being seen.) Okay, time to go wash our hands.
Max: I pooped! Mom, I can say Poop in the bathroom!
Me: (sigh) Yes, you certainly can!
Out of the mouth of babes:
Max: I don't kick or punch, I just wack things.
