5 years, 2 months.
A few weeks ago, I told you about how at school you drew a picture of a dragon that breathed air out both ends…
Well, on Tuesday night as I was looking through your daily drawings, I discovered a happy Brontosaurus with his rear end facing what I thought was the pot of food.
But then you explained, “He eats the spaghetti and meatballs and then he potties them out.”
So the “pot of food” was actually the toilet. The brontosaurs apparently ate the spaghetti and meatballs (though he’s a vegetarian, like you), then just moments later they came out into the toilet.
Sounds like that dinosaur needs to have a toilet installed in his kitchen, if that’s the case.
In your typical style, you weren’t smiling or laughing as you told me this. It was became clear to me that you are simply fascinated by how the digestion process works:
Indeed, the dinosaur ate the spaghetti and meatballs and then they came out into the potty.
When I was your age, I was still assuming that when I ate food, it simply just went down to my toes. You’re beyond that naïve concept of thinking.
I couldn’t help but ask a few follow-up questions:
“Did you show this to your friends or teacher?”
“Did you laugh when you drew this?”
“Who did you draw this for? Who did you want to see this?”
“You and Mommy.”
Granted, you didn’t present this drawing to us. You casually waited for us to ask to see your daily drawings from school.
Of course, I couldn’t help but share your art on my Instagram, which is linked to my Twitter and Facebook.
My followers are starting to see a pattern in which potty humor is beginning to play a decent part in what I share about my life.
You are into understanding the physics of the digestive track, by default, becoming one who appreciates potty humor.
I celebrate you, therefore, I celebrate potty humor too.