If you would have been in the bathroom with my 3 year old son Jacob and I on Thursday night you would have heard the following conversation take place…
Dad: “Jakey, do you know where your poopey comes from?”
Jacob (with passion): “From my BUTT!”
Dad (both of us laughing): “Yes, you are right. But do you know what makes your poopey? What is it made of?”
Jacob (thinking): “Stinky socks?”
Dad (both of us laughing): “No, it comes from the food in your stomach. When you eat you get energy and muscles. It is the extra stuff you don’t need.”
Jacob (very seriously): “Oh. But Dad, when my food goes all the down here [points to his thighs], then I get diarrhea.”
Can’t argue with that.
Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 3:13-14, ESV)
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Well said Jakey!
from where I sit there is not any thing funny about this supposed funny story, it is the sort of thing that should be left to the confines of the household that generated it
corby
i think that was a cute story and some people should lighten up.
everyone has to do this and it is funny to hear what goes threw little ones minds