A Fly-by shatting
This morning I took my 8-month old for a walk. As I was pushing his stroller through the parking lot, I took a direct hit from above of digested...whatever it is that birds eat. A big clump of it, right on my clean white shirt. It reminded me of several things, in no certain order:
1. that this would provide perfect fodder for a long-overdue post
2. the time when my dad took a similar hit, while in a convertible and proudly wearing his expensive cashmere blazer
3. at some point, as parents my husband and I will have to come to consensus on the terminology to use with our son to refer to what landed on me. It's amazing how many options there are. And our usually trusty "What to Expect" book doesn't offer any suggestions. My mom used to say, when I complained of a stomach ache, "Did you have a 'B.M.' today?" I'm not sure how long it took me to understand what she meant, but that one seems pretty obscure. I've never liked the "#2" way of differentiating. Like Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs, who comes into contact with quite a bit of the stuff on his show, we'll probably just call it "poo" and hope it won't affect the boy's opinion of Winnie.
1. that this would provide perfect fodder for a long-overdue post
2. the time when my dad took a similar hit, while in a convertible and proudly wearing his expensive cashmere blazer
3. at some point, as parents my husband and I will have to come to consensus on the terminology to use with our son to refer to what landed on me. It's amazing how many options there are. And our usually trusty "What to Expect" book doesn't offer any suggestions. My mom used to say, when I complained of a stomach ache, "Did you have a 'B.M.' today?" I'm not sure how long it took me to understand what she meant, but that one seems pretty obscure. I've never liked the "#2" way of differentiating. Like Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs, who comes into contact with quite a bit of the stuff on his show, we'll probably just call it "poo" and hope it won't affect the boy's opinion of Winnie.
posted by Cyn at
10:33 AM
2 Comments:
My brother-in-law constantly uses the "#1" to refer to himself in the context of the numbered bodily functions - then I always tell him he's really #2!
By
PratchettFan, at 11:57 AM
Terminology is vital to communication. When my girls were little, I had to leave them with a babysitter one day when Heather was sick. She had been "throwing up" through he night, so my very proper British friend kept asking her if she needed to "vomit". Heather had no idea what the deranged woman was talking about.
Goo luck coming up with words that work for you all.
By
Grammy, at 5:13 AM
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