"Oh Poop!" Yup – any time you have dinner with Trent you wind up talking about poop. Our dinner with the relatives on Saturday night was no different than having dinner with Trenton. We talked about Dr. Porter, too much intestines (which, for Brandon’s sake, will be the name of the new Bernstein Bears book), healthy prostrates, Snufflufflagus, and colonoscopies. What does that have to do with Sissy’s philosophical views on reproduction? Nothing – except for Dennis happened to mention the word poop at the start of dinner last night and Sissy learned a new word to say during the blessing on the food.
As with any dinner at the Porter’s, the topic soon turned to babies. Joyce asked Carah to bring her up to date on whose baby was due when and so forth in Carah’s family of sisters and in-laws. That prompted Dennis to ask the question he so dearly loves to ask, “So, Carah, when are you having your next baby?” I like to ask that question because Trever always get this look (as shown in the picture entitled “The Fan”) on his face. Then he proceeds to say that they are done having children.
Well, Sissy decided to join in on the conversation with, “Mommy no have baby in her tummy.” By the way, do you realize that Bryson can actually say, “Grandma” 22 times before Grandma says, “I’m busy right now Bryson.” Well, maybe it was only 12. But, it sure seemed like 22.
After a delicious dinner prepared by none other than our family's own gourmet chef, while relaxing on the couch in the “formal” front room, I posed this question to Sissy. “So Sissy, do you have a baby in your tummy?” Sissy replied very firmly, “Sissy no have baby in her tummy. Her tummy too small. (Then with a funny little smile on her face said.) Grandpa have BIG baby in his tummy.”
Which brings me back to my original comment, “Oh Poop!”
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