I'm laughing but also sad my first actual conversation wih my son was about poop.
Okay so my speech delayed son and I just had our first conversation...as in more than "what do you want for dinner?" "Ham-boo-ga I eat". No. This was actual conversation. It went something like this (details sketchy thank you head cold)
Me: who's who is stinky? (As I eye the dogs who had terrible gas earlier)
Son: (proudly) I stee-kee (stinky)
Me: ok let's change your diaper. Why don't you use the potty like a big boy? Mom and dad use the potty.
Son: you paw hee
Me: yes but you need too. Why don't you try and use the potty?
Son: paw hee sad. It sad.
Me: why is the potty sad?
Son: be-cuh I say so
Me: (to clarify) you're stinky?
Me: ok let's change your diapers. Why didn't you stinky in the potty like a big boy?
Son: I stee kee paw-hee
Me: no you didn't you went in your diaper
Son: I didn't