Hummingbird's mama sent me this email. She watched Froggy the other day and had this story to tell:
So the other night when we were watching Froggy...the girls were in my parents huge bathtub, having a great time in the water. Froggy tooted a little and was bending over while seated in the tub like she had to go, plus, she had that look on her face.
I asked her if she had to go poo and I would take her out of the tub to go. She said “no”, but not really as confidently as I would have hoped. I turned around to grab a towel, and when I got back to the tub, there was a very small brown “floater” in the water.
I looked at Froggy with that look like, “you said you didn’t have to go Froggy, what happened?”
And she said really loudly, “I crapped in the water. I crapped in the water.”
At first, I thought I hadn’t heard her correctly, (I didn’t know she knew that word), and said “what did you do?” and she said in the clearest of pronunciation, (as if I was hard of hearing) “I CRAPPED IN THE WAT-TER.”--I died laughing (inside my mind of course) and then got the girls out of the tub. (I later told my parents about it and they thought it was hysterical , what I didn’t tell them is that I happened in their tub!) hee hee - Hummingbird's Mama
Oh yes, it's stories like this that make me so very proud.
Unfortunately, when talking about our cats, and having to scoop the box, we refer to it as kitty crap. I know, it's bad. So from now on we'll stick to the more acceptable "kitty poo".