Thursday, August 9, 2007
I love that I am so proud of our son for his poop. When he has a big poop, he gets cheers, applause, kisses, etc. Can you imagine such treatment throughout your own ife? Can you imagine being at a family dinner, leaning over, and letting a good, ripping fart go, then your family smiles and cheers you, giving you encouragement? One or two people might even lean over to get a good whiff. My how things change.
Posted by Chicago Dad at 1:11 PM