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Poopy Dumb Butts

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Morris: “Mommy, do you know what Daddy plus Daddy equals?”

Me: “Nope.”

Morris: “Daddy plus Daddy equals Mommy! And Mommy plus Mommy equals Morris!”

Me: “I’m not sure you’ve got your figures straight.”

Morris: “And poo plus poo equals diarrhea!”

Me: “Um, I don’t think I like where this is going…”

Milo: “NO, Morris. Poo plus pee equals diarrhea. Everyone knows that!”

And the Moral of the Story Is…

Morris: “Mom, what would you do if I pooped on the roof of a house?”

Me: “I’d make you clean it up.”

Morris: “Would you hold me?”

Me: “Nope.”

Morris: “But what if I fell?”

Me: “If you didn’t fall while pooping, I guess you wouldn’t fall while cleaning it up.”

Morris: “But it’s a long way down!”

Me: “Guess you should have thought of that before you went poop up there.”

Morris: “What if I pooped on the roof of a car?”

Me: “I’d still make you clean it up.”

Morris: “What if the car was moving? I’d go roll roll roll splat in the middle of the street. And blood would be everywhere.”

Milo: “Then she’d be REALLY mad at you.”

Why do I think Spielberg used to have conversations like this with himself?

Milo, speaking to himself in the back of the car: “Seth… that’s a weird name. Seth, Seth, Seth… Seth, the EVIL CHILD of DOOM.”

[Pause.]

Milo: “No, that’s a bad name.”

Me: “You think Seth, the Evil Child of Doom is a bad name? I’m surprised.”

Milo: “No, Poopy Bum Baby Butt is a bad name. Seth the Evil Child of Doom is a GREAT name.”

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