I was at work today (I work 2 days a week and mostly Mike gets to stay home with Anthony) and I called home to check on how every thing was going. The conversation went as follows:
Chasity: Hi hun, how's everything?
Mike: Good, we're just playing.
Chasity: So, how's Anthony doing?
Mike: Good, he just had another poopy.
Chasity: Oh, good. Well, yall have fun. I love you.
Mike: I love you too, bye!
I hung up the phone and chuckled to myself as I realized that we had a whole conversation and the only real thing we talked about was the fact that Anthony had another poopy. And it's not just the fact that we talked about it. The funny part is that neither of us even noticed that out conversation centered around our son's bowel movements. The great thing is that we're content in this fact. Comfortable... even happy in our roles as poopy cleaner-uppers. Oh how things have changed. I'm sure that neither of us ever throught the time would come when we would be so darn interested in poopy. Oh, glorious poopy!
2 comments:
Anthony is so adorable, getting sick of being pregnant yet? Miss ya, Sharae
You write very well.
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