Monday, November 08, 2010


(I promise I'm not making this up)

It was just the kids and me for dinner tonight because Aron had a late meeting. We're eating and talking and as usual, Luke has a lot to say...

Luke: It takes too long to poop, Mommy.
Me: Oh yeah?
Luke: Yeah....................somebody needs to invent a super robot that could take your poop from inside your poop place (I'm assuming the word he's looking for would be "colon" or "large intestine" but this must be the age appropriate version of those terms) and then they could go potty and poop it out for you since it takes so long.
Me: Oh yeah? Like you? Is that what you want to be when you grow up? Some sort of poop-for-you robot inventor that makes Mommy so, so proud to have you living in her basement cause no chick is going to marry the guy that invents the Poop-Bot. (Ok, so in all reality I stopped after "Like you?")
Ella: Yeah, they need to invent some sort of bag that hangs out of your back that sucks the poop out of the poop place as its made then you can just dump it in the trash.
Me: Too late, sweetie, someone has already invented that. It's called a colostomy bag. By the way, it's bath time so we're done here.

End scene.


Con said...

Hmmm...sounds like a conversation we might have at my house. Unfortunately.

Joze said...

awww.. that's somewhat emotional for a mother and child scene..

Anonymous said...

Call in the poop fairy, she'll pay them for it!!!!

Tori :) said...

dude, maybe he's just trying to tell you that he's constipated.