Poop talk. If you’re a parent, you’ve probably done it. You probably discuss it at length with your other parent friends, and it’s usually a dinner table conversation with your spouse.
This past weekend I graduated into full-blown mommy hood, because I cracked out the poop talk while at a dinner party with a group of *non* parents. They all went along with it, and even though they shared in the conversation, I’m sure some were thoroughly grossed out. As I drove home that evening I scolded myself for being “that person”. How have I become someone that I once loathed? The mommy who with no regard to discresion, starts talking about her baby’s bowel movements as if it’s a perfectly normal topic of conversation.
Why is it that poop is so fascinating when it comes from such a little thing? Grown-ups don’t talk about their poop. In fact, it’s really quite taboo to mention anything bathroom related unless you’re with your group of girlfriends and there are a few pitchers of margaritas being shared.
So from here on in, I will make a conscious effort to keep my poop talk to my DH, and my other mommy friends. And maybe one day once this baby haze passes over, I just might be capable of having a normal adult conversation again.
Maplekitty
