If I regret one thing about my child-rearing technique (if it, in fact, could be called a technique), it would be responding inappropriately the first time my 3-year old son said the word “Poop” in order to get a laugh.  Of course, I laughed.  My wife laughed.  My daughter laughed.  We all laughed.  Historians will tell you, this was our undoing.  Now everything is poop.  No sentence cannot be improved by substituting “poop” (“Buzz Lightyear!  Defender of the Poop!”).  No question has a funnier answer.  (“What woudl you like for dinner?”  “Poop.”).  No better threat has been invented (“I’m gonna poop on you!”)  And try undoing the poop trail once they have been started.  It is basically the toddler equivalent of dropping the f-bomb, only someone is going to laugh everyone time.  Oh, poop.  Next up:  Fart.

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