What is it with kids and poo? Actually, dogs and kids and poo. My son is a serial poo-er. Wherever we go he has to have a poo; Grandma’s, the garden centre, even in the en-suite at my mum’s hospital room. And he is very proud when he produces ‘a really stinky one’ or one of noteworthy size. It’s like he’s marking his territory and the louder, the prouder.
Littlest is potty trained and is still SO chuffed when she produces a poo and duly has to show it to all and sundry. Regretfully, if she shows it to Fergus he is wont to try to eat it, which is why you should NEVER allow a dog to lick you. They EAT poo. Simple as that. Human poo, other dog’s poo, fox poo… and rabbit poo gets nibbled up like canapes. Why, I will never understand and don’t care to investigate.
Perhaps the potty-mania is why pooing is instilled into our young as such a remarkable achievement. We are told by the books to whoop and dance around when your toddler produces a no.2. One book even suggests phoning Daddy at work to celebrate the success. Let’s hope it’s not on speakerphone during a conference call.
One of my favourite books is ‘The Story of the Little Mole who knew it was None of his Business’ which is all about a mole who has a poo land on his head and he sets out to find the culprit, examining the evidence along the way. Literary poo. And a cracking read.
‘Poo’ was the first rude word my kids came home from school with. They would snigger in a corner and whisper it and then when they moved on to squabbling the biggest insult of ‘You’re a poo!’ would be saved until the end and sending the recipient off to the nearest parent in woeful hysterics. The shit would metaphorically hit the fan.
BFF made me laugh the other day as she commented that she was up and out early that morning as there was a frost which made the dog poo on the lawn so much easier to pick up. Grim, yes. But practical too and all dog-owners take note.
My other BFF was proudly showing me photos of the fake poo she made for a show she was doing the props for. I wasn’t sure how to comment. Remarkable likeness! Well done! How does one react to such a creation? She is top of her game in prop-making, but I have to say, I preferred the cupcake she gave me from the set of Calendar Girls.
I suppose poo is just one of those bodily functions that, like farting, is always a source of hilarity and achievement. Sorry to dump that on you.
25 Responses to “Poo”
Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.
Oh lovely! Poo! We can’t go over it. We can’t go under it. We have go through it. I don’t like the stuff. I almost have a phobia of getting poo on my shoes. Then I went ans had a baby. That wasn’t very clever was it? But now I am so used to the stuff getting everywhere!.
Ah-ha! We’re going on a poo hunt! (Not going to finish THAT line!)
Yes, it is a substance that can defeat the hardiest of parents…
Poo has helped this week with the ‘sh’ word for his spelling list – not what you may initially think but shampoo – always said with much hilarity and then the serious question “Why is it called that?” to which I have no answer!
It’s a hindi word meaning ‘to press’. I have it on one of my worksheets for Y4/5 on the origin of various ‘English’ words!
Poo is the most mentioned word in our house – for varying reasons…… I was only thinking that this morning.
Yes it is mentioned here, in one form or another, on a daily basis….usually as an expletive!
I can’t believe someone beat me to the “shampoo” comment. L’s reading time at school today dissolved into hysterics when they realised that “there is poo in shampoo”! I had never even noticed.
Toilet humour. A hit with young and old!
I love that book!! My mum bought it for the kids – without reading it first – and the look on her face as she read it, and realised (slowly, I might add) what it was about, combined with the looks on the faces of my girls when THEY realised what it was about, is a moment in time I will never forget.
My husband can’t do poo. I can’t do sick or dead things (we have a cat who likes to eat half a mouse but just can’t finish a whole one. VILE!!). So I’m stuck with the poo disasters. Bearing in mind we have three kids, two large dogs, two cats, a hamster and four chickens, there’s bloody mountains of the stuff.
Thanks for making me smile. I’m about to read to the younger two – I know what I’m reading to them tonight! By the way, have you come across a kids’ book called Walter the Farting Dog? Bloody hilarious.
*heads back to Amazon* Now THAT book I need to read!
Ha ha, brilliant, you can’t beat a bit of poo, can you? It’s acceptable humour for kids. My younger son actually went to see the play of that book with his best friend! We’ve never read it, but his friend’s family love it.
There was a play? How did I miss that? Yes, poo is one of the search terms that appears most in my stats…
Hilarious! Kids have an unhealthy fascination with poo don’t they? In fact, as you point out, we all do! I have a dog, he is a disgusting creature who loves nothing better than to eat poo…..my daughter also insists on letting him lick her on the lips – the mind boggles *vomits in mouth*
Dogs are particularly repugnant. Especially Fergus. xx
Before you have kids; poo doesn’t featured too much in one’s life…and then…!
Yup, with kids comes an innate fascination with the stuff. Meconium has a lot to answer for.
what is it with kids and potty humour – it seems to be universal. My son has been asking to have his own ‘Joshua’s Jokes’ corner on our blog (which i think would be really great for him) but I just dread the number of poo related jokes that he is planning to put on there! x
Oh, let him – cheer us all up! :D Always room for more toilet humour!
hillo
em arigato gozaimasu
Its a Japanese word meaning”Thank you”.
bakeet namæn ろく
Fab post. There really is so much that can be said about poo.
It was the first word my eldest worked out how to spell for himself after a few weeks of school :)
Sarah MumofThree World recently posted…Parents’ evening pride
[…] her today as well with my most statistically popular post ever which is on the glorious subject of poo. Mary Berry’s scarf came in a close second. I am not sure what that says about my blogging! […]
Even better second time round ;) I can see why it was your finest hour!
Oh yes, poo, joyous poo, that mainstay of every parents’ life. We have that book too, and love it (in a love-hate way. I never forget the first time I bought it, brought it home and my son asked me to read it over lunch. Which i dutifully, regretfully did…:-) I have to say, I do think its the male sex who have the enduring upperhand in the fascination with the brown stuff. And it just reaffirms my theory that boys and dogs are extremely closely related….Great post, thanks for bringing it out for Suzanne’s last linky. S
Siobhan from EveryoneElseisNormal recently posted…Mourning Mandela