Part Poop III
Tonight we (my parents, the bugs and I) went to dinner at one of the nicer joints in town, the one that has the scratch margarita that I keep hearing raves about. My father and I each had one. Limey limey goodness! It was pretty strong and just about knocked me on my ass.
It came in a regular-sized tumbler (which is an important detail to mention to mister mrtl, who well remembers the pickling of the Bug); about 1/3rd into it, Bug announced she had to go to the potty. Away we went.
As usual I spent my time in the stall with Bug dancing to the ghey music. She announced she had to poop, so I got in a couple songs. When she was finished and stood up, I gazed with fascination at her work.
There it stood. Yes, it stood. A few inches in length. Upright. And I, buzzed by the limey goodness, giggled and whispered (probably much too loudly in retrospect), "Wow! It's a totem poopie, Bug!" She beamed with pride, and said, "Yeah!"
Did you see/read "Running with Scissors"? (I think that was the title.) The heavenward-pointing poop, emerging up from the waters of the toilet, is a SIGN that things will be looking up. Totem, indeed.
Posted by: Susie | 2007.10.20 at 04:26 AM
A totem poopie?! Hee! Still, you flushed it, right? ;)
Posted by: shari | 2007.10.20 at 11:39 AM
Someone else makes ACTUAL poop jokes? Have I mentioned I love you?
Posted by: Amber | 2007.10.20 at 12:35 PM
these poo-poo stories are cracking my shit right up.
(HA!)
Posted by: RzDrms | 2007.10.21 at 12:54 PM
You are the coolest mom. :)
Posted by: Ern | 2007.10.21 at 09:59 PM
hah.
Posted by: William | 2007.10.22 at 07:25 AM
It's doo-doo! YAY!
Posted by: Rena | 2007.10.22 at 01:05 PM
I personally know a few grown men who would be proud of such a poopie. Go Bug!
Posted by: Von Krankipantzen | 2007.10.23 at 05:47 PM
My dad used to call those ones 'cobras'.
Posted by: Amy | 2007.10.30 at 02:34 PM