Jordan has started talking about poop. A lot.
(Happy New Year!)
He's also gotten back to wanting to read "Where's My Potty?" (to Nick's chagrin) on the regular.
This, to my mind, proves two things: One, he is inching towards potty training. And two, the Lisa Family Force is strong with this one.
He still likes to list where we don't poop. "We don't poop on the couch! We don't poop in Nana's shoe!"
No, we certainly don't, my friend.
So the other day, Australian Builder's dog Tiga pooped on the rug. She's getting old, and she wasn't feeling well. She was terrified. It was clearly an accident.
Jordan was the one who discovered it. He said, "Somebody pooped on the rug!"
Now, you or I would've seen it and realized immediately that Tiga had done it. But in Jordan's world, there was a houseful of possibilities. Was it Professor Plum in the library with the candlestick? Daddy in the kitchen with the roll of toilet paper?
Nick explained that it was Tiga who pooped on the rug, and it was an accident. We all have accidents sometimes.
Mine tend towards the spilling of beverages and walking into walls, but I suppose you never know.
In further poop news, we now announce when we're going to the bathroom to poop. In the toilet. "I'm just going to the bathroom to have a poop in the toilet! I like to poop in the toilet!"
Jordan has gotten fascinated with this.
The other day Nick was looking for a little privacy. I know he wanted to head in there with the Sunday paper and enjoy some manly alone time. Even though I keep telling him it causes varicose veins and the toilet is no place to sit for an extended period of time.
It's true. Seriously. Plus, I just think the fact that men do this by choice is fucking weird.
Anyway, Jordan shot that all to hell by making a beeline for the bathroom as soon as he realized what Nick was up to.
They emerged in much less time than it might take to read the front page of the Times.
"Do you know how hard it is to take a poop with someone staring at you?"
"As a matter of fact..."
"And then, as soon as I did, he handed me one square of toilet paper and said, 'Get up, Daddy! I want to see!'"
That's my boy.