Potty Humor

OK at this point in my life after hav­ing 5 kids and watch­ing 4 of them move through the preschool years I have come to real­ize preschool­ers are obsessed with potty humor. And I don’t mean potty humor as in adult ver­sions of it because that would mean a seri­ous inter­ven­tion. No, I mean lit­eral humor about the potty and all things that go into the potty.

It is a con­stant work in progress as a par­ent to go against this insis­tent use of such crass {and obvi­ously hilar­i­ous to the under 4 feet tall crowd} lit­tle kid humor. Humor that thinks the answer to every­thing is “POOPY!!!” When no, no the answer to what Dora has in her back­pack isn’t poopy.

Not unless Dora is a really screwed up chick. Which I guess is pos­si­ble. But let’s get real that crash is not for years to come and long after her mete­oric rise to fame has come crash­ing down and she is on a VHI “Where Are They Now” Spe­cial liv­ing in some back alley with a man named Boots.

Sorry…where was I?

I got dis­tracted by Dora.

Oh yeah…potty humor.

It is a con­stant process to explain to the new potty learner that every­thing does not revolve around bod­ily func­tions. Unless you are Freudian and are apply­ing psy­cho­an­a­lytic the­ory to uptight adults claim­ing they are not wound tight but anal reten­tive. Since we know every­thing is Mom’s fault and she prob­a­bly screwed up your potty learn­ing {note to self: add more funds to children’s ther­apy account}.

Any­way, my point is some­times potty humor hap­pens. Just like some­times POOPY hap­pens. How­ever, just the like for­mer the later has a time and place and it is never while we are eat­ing, watch­ing TV or say­ing prayers. Just sayin’.

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