…. was the statement Keira came out with yesterday evening.
For the record, my daughter is not, nor has she ever been raised by wolves.
Honestly.
What is the fascination with poo?
J was quite amused by the whole thing. Well he would be wouldn’t he? Most boys men find humour in bodily functions.
I do have to remind him every now and then that we’re raising a girl.
Apparently she told J yesterday that she needed a poo and immediately screamed at him that he was to go away.
Nice to see she’s picking up essential female traits so early. The come-here-I-need-you-no-go-away kind of ones. Excellent. Like mother like daughter.
Back to the poo.
So, according to J’s she’s on the toilet doing her thing. She’s in there for a while when she bellows FINISHED!
That’s J’s cue to go in and help her ‘tidy up’.
But, instead of flushing the toilet she simply stands there, looking in awe at what she’s created.
It’s a poo.
Horrible, stinky, dirty poo.
Before she flushes she looks at J and says:
‘Wow, that’s a big poo for a little girl like me’
She walked away leaving J not quite sure what to do.
