So Sky never went through the potty talk phase. Pink P, on the other hand, relishes it. Remember, this is the kid who loves dresses and Hello Kitty and princesses. But her potty mouth is so bad, sometimes I will hear her in the next room saying to herself, "Poopy, potty, hee, hee" and laughing hysterically.
And at breakfast, she likes to make up songs.
♬ Jingle Poop, Jingle Poop, Jingle Fart, Fart, Fart ♬
♬ Frosty the Fart, Fart, with the Poop, Poop, Poop, Poop, Potty! ♬
(for some reason, she's fond of Christmas music)
Not sure how I ended up mom to a curly-haired three-year old potty mouth who is most often decked from head to toe in pink. So far, warnings and time outs don't seem to discourage her. (She's THAT committed). I hope this isn't a sign for the delinquency to come!
While Pink P is singing about poop, Sky is usually making his daily observations on a number of different topics. Over oatmeal and yogurt, the conversation (if you can call it that) goes something like this.
"Why did Darth Vader tell Luke he was his father?" or "Kyla's mom has a baby in her tummy, too, but her arms are a lot skinnier than yours." or "Did you know Daddy is just like Captain Underpants? He only wears underwear, too, except he goes outside like that." (These "conversation starters" most often leave me speechless--which is fine because it turns out he doesn't expect answers any way).
Not sure what I will do when #3 learns to talk.
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