I had a pretty good weekend. It all started so innocently – my father had given Leo a gift card to Half Price Books for his birthday, so we ventured out to make use of it.
I was thrilled when Leo selected a set of magnets, kind of like this one:


“He’s into SCIENCE!”, I thought as I imagined him going to medical school and having a luxurious, satisfying life. Inspired, I asked him if he liked a book about the anatomy of the human body. “Sure!” he said, enthusiastically. We were on a roll…what else would he pick out?
THIS.

Sigh…
Disgusting. Pile. Of convincing rubbery brown poo (lower right). This was one of those times where I decided to put on my Mom Poker Face and just go with it, even though my inner voice was screaming It’s poop! Fake poop! A book explaining bodily functions that we do NOT speak of!
A little background on that: My parents raised my brother and me to not speak of poo. It was something to be hidden, quickly flushed, and covered up with massive amounts of Glade spray. (My paternal grandmother grew up in the Victorian culture which influenced my dad’s sense of propriety.)
Thank goodness I married someone who is irreverent and casual about it. I’ve errr….loosened up about things.
Anyway, back to the weekend. After the book store my hubby read the book with Leo. We all had some good laughs. We took turns holding the gelatinous poo, eyeball, and brain. They are glorious in his five year old eyes.

My husband pretended to be asleep on the couch and put the fake poo square on his forehead. Surprise, surprise, Leo had to do it too.

Like father, like son.
This was one of those times where it was good to be flexible and balanced. To think of all the joking around and fun we all would have missed out on (at least two hours worth), had I whipped out my Mom Veto Card. Plus, it got Leo thinking. He started asking all sorts of questions about the human brain (me: Uh…I don’t know. We’ll Youtube it!). That got my husband thinking about all of the other science videos we could show him, and we did show him videos about the planets. Lastly, my hope is that my son will grow up without hang ups about poop.
Now if I can just reach equilibrium and convince him to stop yelling Bye, Grandpoop! to my dad. Or to stop saying poophead around our friend’s two and a half year old (he repeats everything!).
If you’re really brave and you wanna give this adventure a try with your kids here’s the book on Amazon. In case you don’t want to make the trip to Half Price Books.


Have a balanced day!
~Jacqueline
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