Who pooped in the Cheerios?

This is reason number 3875 why I’m immature and uncool and probably unfit to be a parent: I think the word poop is funny. I slip it into conversation almost every day.

Take this morning. I made up a stupid song about poop making me happy. I thought it was witty, but Eli, who was eating Cheerios as I sang the song, disagreed.

“Dad, you shouldn’t say poop,” he admonished, eyebrow raised. “Poop is not a good word.”

“Good point,” I replied agreeably. “But it sure is fun to say. Poop. Poop. Poop.”

“Dad, please don’t say that. POOP IS A BAD WORD.”

“Okay, I’ll stop. Promise. Hey, you know what would be tasty in those Cheerios?”



A few minutes later. . .

Me: “Eli, it’s time to brush your teeth.”

Eli: “Why?”

“Because if you don’t, you’ll get cavities, and your teeth will turn black, and your breath will smell like poop.”

“Dad, I told you three times already. DO NOT SAY POOP.”

For the record, Eli had actually told me at least 10 times.


1 Response to “Who pooped in the Cheerios?”

  1. 1 Teri August 27, 2009 at 2:53 pm

    Poop! Poop! Poop! Poop! Poop! Poop! Poop! It’s fun to say and write.

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