As a continuation of sorts on Tuesday’s post, growing up with 2 older brothers not only influences fashion choices and toy preferences, but it also skews your humor. For instance, she finds little more amusing than bathroom quips and bodily functions. It’s a certain subset of comedy that my husband has labeled ‘guy funny’. Because nothing’s funnier than a good poop joke, right?
I can’t even get away from it when they’re playing with toys. In a rare show of commonality, all 3 of my kids love their Magna Doodle, one of our simpler toys that apparently transcends age. My oldest likes to practice writing phrases on it while my 4 year old draws faces. Then there’s Abby, who I can count on handing it to me at least once a day, demanding “ABC’s!”.
Now, ABC’s is code for just draw something, anything, but no, not that. Where she has been content to keep at toddler swirls and frantic lines, her skill is recently flourishing. In another sign of growing and learning, her scribbles are beginning to take shape. Still nonsense, but a more precise, intelligent, version. Well, somewhat intelligent.
“ABC’s!”, Abby said, turning her Magna Doodle around so I could see.
“That’s really good!”, I remarked honestly. “But what does it say?”
After looking down at her series of quasi-letters for a second, she glances up with a smirk to reply, “Mommy poop!”. Before she bursts into laughter.
That’s right, people, nonstop comedy gold around these parts. Because nothing’s funnier than a good poop joke.