Audrey’s oldest son William is now fully “potty trained”… although that phrase might be explained otherwise.
Perhaps we could call this process “initiated” (as into adulthood), or “qualified” (to take charge of one’s own needs), or even “enlightened” (as in furnished with potty knowledge).
In any case, William now tells us when he needs to “pee” or “poop.”
But because of humor he found in the “poop” word at the beginning of his “initiation,” he is careful to tell me that the word “poop” is restricted to bathroom reference only.
Now as his Grandma, I thought that I could have a little fun with this word. But apparently not.
Just this morning, William and I were having a delightful go-around with made-up words, a game he loves.
“William, you’re my little belly-fish.”
“Grandma, you’re a choo-choo-face.”
“No, William, you’re an artichoke-head!”
No, Grandma, you’re a monkey-brain.”
“Well, William, you’re a poopy-doopy.”
Silence. Then the reprimand. “Grandma, Daddy says to knock it off with the poop talk.”
OK. “But Daddy isn’t the boss of me.”
A thoughtful moment forming in William’s artichoke-head. “But you know what, Grandma? Daddy’s the boss of ME.”
Ah ha! William HAS been trained, initiated, qualified and enlightened. “Poop talk” belongs in the bathroom.
And Daddy’s the boss.
We’ll have to see about that!