Froot Loops (Photo credit: Wikipedia)They were saying it in the car today...poop this and poop that. I know. I am such a prude. Teachers, old teachers, are that way I am told. We are one of the last living group of people that still call the "f" word the "f" word. And poop is just not something my generation discussed even in private. We are funny that way.
So when my two grandsons were being boys in the back seat, I was required to change the subject. It is a good thing they are easily dissuaded. I was feeling very self righteous and perfect. I hardly ever say poop! That was before I changed the youngest baby's diaper.
I have been a grandmother for 20 years and believe me I have seen about everything inside the diapers but this little boy's poop just stopped me in my tracks. I looked and stopped to gaze out the window for a second...blue poop??? That just can't be a good thing I thought.
|Isn't he cute...but his diaper not so much!|
For those of you that are experienced in this sort of thing...blue poop I mean...you already know that Fruit Loops or Lucky Charms or one of those cereal dyes are to blame. At least that is what I was told today. See, I was thinking it was Play Doh but what do I know.
So there you have it. Just when I think I have a handle on what is polite conversation and what isn't, Fruit Loops changes the rules.
I'm just saying!