MVP

Poop is such a fascinating and revolting subject. There's a lot of 'shit' to write about. Everyone's got an opinion. Sometimes there is nothing like the feeling after ridding your body of that decomposing funk. It's a great feeling when you bring your baby home from the hospital and rejoice in the fact that YES! the baby does in fact work, he pooped for the very first time! There are other times when you have to walk the dog or do the duty of the unmentionable. Then there's the whole potty training thing.

My beautiful boy is turning into an All Star Pooper. So much so that he deserves an award. MVP, perhaps. I am so thankful that we're not having any 'witholding' issues. What would hole through the nose coke head Freud would say about that? It's been rather pleasant and easy.

I've lifted a song from Clapton to accompany the event. Except it's like this:

Let it go, let it go,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun and in the snow
Pee n' poo are lovely, let it go.

Thanks, Eric!