Remember how Ann has a compulsive need to classify everything based on size? She has extended that compulsion to the dukies in her diaper. After she has done her business she comes to tell me (the frustration of which only parents of toilet-training children will understand), and we scurry off to take care of it. After her diaper is undone, she pushes herself up on her elbows to see what is going on down there. She evaluates the size, pauses, and then declares 'Baby Poopie!' as she sagely nods her little head. Depending on its size, obviously. It might be a 'Daddy Poopie!', in which case we call Daddy in so that he can see it. Which he appreciates. Obviously.
The interesting thing is that a homogenous mass in a diaper can be either big or small. It's very difficult to quantify medium unless there is something to compare it to. So you never hear "Dat's a Mommy Poopie!".
I wonder if I should use it as an example to reinforce alternative family models. But there's something weird about referencing your child's imaginary poop family, I suppose.
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