March 16, 2007
Today is my daughter Gwendolyn's 3rd birthday, and as of late she's become quite the little comedian. She's discovered the single most hilarious word in the English language: Poop
For example, when we are going do see her friend Brandon, she'll ask "Poop-Brandon?" and then laugh and laugh. And then I'll laugh because, well, "Poop-Brandon" is pretty funny.
And the other night, while reading the picture book New Cat to her, she insisted the cat was "Poop". So I said "Poop" every time the book said "New Cat" and I must say, the entertainment value of the book shot up 1000%.
I've since been told I was wrong in doing so. And I understand. I try not to encourage her, because as a parent it's your job to prevent your kids from saying "poop". Society looks down on it. I think it's for the same reason we look down on steroid use: It confers an unfair advantage in making with the ha ha.
It's so powerful, it's nearly impossible to use the word poop and NOT be funny.
Man 1: My dog has no nose.
Man 2: Really? How does he smell?
Man 1: Like poop.
Man 2: HAAHAHAAHAHAHA!
Man 1: No really, it's disgusting.
Man 2: BWAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT, YOU'RE KILLING ME! HAHAHAA...
Now I'm trying to not encourage her, but Pandora's box is already opened and it's bursting with poop. So since I can't stop it, my plan is when she drops a poop-bomb, I'll just claim I was laughing at something else.
Wife: Don't encourage her.
Me: Oh right. I was actually thinking about that Seinfeld rerun last night. Hilarious!
I'm still working on it.
Happy Birthday Poop-Gwendolyn!