a sunday morning conversation. with poo-poo.

this is something that i would only remember and save for my blog. to share with my devoted and friendly readers. so, in honor of you and brought to you by jessa. please enjoy.

let me set the scene.

we arrived home from church and after grabbing our starbucks delight and pumpkin loaf, we were happily enjoying our treat. sunday mornings, jess takes an early nap, before lunch, so that we can eat together at one when she wakes up. she exclaimed she had to "go poo-poo" before nap time. i then responded, "well you better go then."

after a few moments, i peeked my head in the bathroom to see how she was doing. she was singing to a happy tune. to her poo-poo. "where are you poo-poo? where are you poo-poo? cooome on. cooome on." i left her alone to her serenade.

a few more moments had passed as she then exclaimed loudly that she was done. i went to do my motherly, loving sanitary duty and noticed there was no poo-poo in the pot. i asked cautiously, "where's your poo-poo?" to this, she sadly admitted, "i don't know. i couldn't find it."

if it couldn't get any better, she replayed her attempt at trying to find it by re-singing and reenacting her theatrical performance. it ended with a simple laugh and shrug on her part. and a meager, "i guess i just don't know."