The Vagina Chronicles...

Tonight Daniel went into the bathroom and did his business. When he was done he called out, "Mom! I did a candy cane poo poo!"

He had, indeed, produced a candy-cane shaped poop.

You could almost see the gears of his brain working, as thoughts of candy canes filled his head. He asked, "We don't eat poo poo?"

No, dear. Only dogs do...

"VAGINA!"



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How do you get a toddler to belly laugh in five seconds or less?

Blow up a balloon and let go of it, and watch said toddler explode in laughter as it zigzags around the room.

Repeat.

"VAGINA!"



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Daniel is very much into counting lately. He will count fingers (ten), crackers (four), chins (two), chin hairs (one zero).

"VAGINA!" (one)



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Dan's favorite new word is "VAGINA!" (special thanks to Adam), and is almost always shouted at the top of his lungs. My dear brother-in-law Bill, in an attempt to un-ring the bell, first tried to change it to "Virginia!", and threw in a "North Dakota!" to add credibility.

So now I hear, "VAGINA! NORTH DAKOTA!"

Poor Virginia. She never had a chance.

Thanks, Adam.