Once upon a time, my husband and I had conversations about… Well, I can’t really say what we talked about. I have forgotten. I’m going to take a guess and say we talked about our work, politics, what was on the news, the stock market. You know, grown up stuff like that.
But since my life is now about “poopoo,” our conversations seem to revolve around poo. Who went poo, who didn’t go poo. Who went poo where.
The Cs used to be about diamonds. Now it’s about Color, Consistency, Constipation.
Is texting about the adult size poop your one-year-old just created a new form of intimacy, or do I need to get some conversation started flashcards?
But since my life is now about “poopoo,” our conversations seem to revolve around poo. Who went poo, who didn’t go poo. Who went poo where.
The Cs used to be about diamonds. Now it’s about Color, Consistency, Constipation.
Is texting about the adult size poop your one-year-old just created a new form of intimacy, or do I need to get some conversation started flashcards?