Before I was a mom I was most proud of the work I did as a teacher.
Now that I have kids, I am most proud of them. Of how funny they are. And how cute they are. And how talented they are. And how smart they are.
I think it’s probably similar for many moms.
But for guys, it’s different. I know they are proud of their kids too. But that’s not at the top of their list. The number one spot is occupied by something much more simple.
Their shits.
At least once a week in college some idiot would be telling the entire dorm to “check out the size of the shit I just took!”
Don’t get me wrong, chicks check out their poop too, but they don’t broadcast and boast about its size/shape/color/volume to anyone they come into contact with. And then take pictures of it.
Yesterday Number 3 ran into the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. I thought maybe he had finished one of the Lego sets he had gotten for his birthday, or drawn a really cool picture, or beaten one of his brothers on a Wii game…
“MOM!!!”
“What?” I said, smiling. He was so excited and happy.
“Come see the poop I just made! It looks just like a hot dog!!!”
Great.
Let the bragging begin.
OMG, you are so right. I do not at all understand the fascination men have with poo. As soon as Maria took her first dump in the bathtub, I ran to get a towel to get her out of there. Bruce ran for the camera. And, no, he didn’t take a picture of my cute little adorable girl with a big grin on her face. He took a picture of the poo. He then emailed it to a dozen of his guy friends. What the heck? He never even emailed them pictures of Maria! Just her “deposit”.
that’s awesome.