All kids love poo. Mine names his. This morning, we had the usual “just sat down for breakfast loo dash” and he produced three poos: a big one, a medium-sized one and a small one. “Like Goldilocks!” he cried.
Faces in Poos
But his fascination with poo doesn’t end there. You may have heard of the popular Twitter account Faces in Things (@FacesPics). Well, my son sees Faces in Poos. Just this week, we’ve had Yoda, Mario and Daddy (ok, I made that last one up). He has an amazing knack for seeing shapes in sh*t. It’s like a sort of inverse cloud-gazing (something he’s also very good at).
“But the Poos Will Miss Christmas!”
While we’re here, I’m going to share another of my favourite poo stories. Christmas Day. My middle boy (of Goldilocks fame) is on the throne. I attend to him and, without thinking – foolish mother! – flush the loo, keen to get downstairs and start Christmas. My son bursts into tears. “Why did you flush it mummy?” “Because we need to send the poos away down the pipe.” “But now they’ll miss Christmas!”
Some children learn about life, love and loss through pets or cuddly toys. My son is taking these tough lessons from poo. And why not?