On an unrelated note... Tonight at dinner Eliot looked at me and said "Me poop on you. It be really weird." Eason immediately jumped in with, "I'd wipe it off you." How is that for showing some pure love and devotion for your mother?
Anybody else out there have boys and still feel a bit of shock each day at how many times the word poop is mentioned and in so many different contexts? Ignore it, ban it, join right in???