Potty Talk

It has recently been brought to my attention that I talk about poop a lot...maybe too much. I never realized this about myself. I guess I'm just not easily embarrassed by such things. Farting in a boy's face in college when he flung me over his shoulder-that's embarrassing. (yes, this did happen) Pooping-not embarrassing to me. Everybody poops, not everybody farts in a boy's face. See I do have some limits!
Since the potty training with Emma began, the two of us have bonded over some great conversations in the bathroom. I had to share this one:

Emma (as she is grunting out a rather large #2):
"Mommy that poop is a BIG DADDY POOP."

(another smaller #2 makes it's entrance):
"Mommy that's the little bitty baby poop."

Me: "Where's the Mommy poop at Emma?"

Emma: "Mommy's aren't poop silly Mommy. Only Daddies."

Me: "Thanks Emma. That's such a nice thing to say."