The Max (poking at one of his three freckles, a dark brown one near the top of his leg): “Mommy, freckles are poopy?”
Me: “No, silly, freckles aren’t poopy! Then they’d be stinky!” (Goes on in a vain attempt to explain skin and pigment and melatonin to a three year old)
The Max: “Mommy, get out of here! Freckles are poop!”
(otherwise known as a story that he’s going to hate me for in about 10 years)
Lol. Great story! I love your reasoning about the stink.
When my oldest was about 3 or 4 (now 14) she used to tell me, “You are what you eat, and flies eat poop, so flies are poop.” Whenever the story is brought up she still argues that ‘flies are poop.’
Sarah
LOL!
That’s too cute. Maybe you should tell him poopy is never that small. At least for people.
Hopefully he won’t decide all dark skinned people are poopy! Yikes!
Good luck! Heh heh