Lauren: I haf to poop!
Me: Ok, go to the bathroom.
Lauren: Mom…I at school…I say, “I haf to go baf-room”…I at home I say, “I haf to go poop!”
Me: (giggling) yes, that’s right…we don’t say poop at school (we have worked on this one after some very embarrassing moments in Walmart)
Lauren : (big smile) poop…poop…poop! (as she runs to the bathroom).
She was at the coffee shop and they gave her one of the postcards and told her about it. She checked out my blog and recognized me. She is a woman’s director at a church that I planned to invite. Isn’t that cool?
Also, there is a special guest coming…well, you’re all special…but this one will be sharing some encouraging words with us.
This is especially cruel if done at a baby shower…the poor mommy-to-be. She has to sit and listen while fear builds in her heart. And then without a doubt someone will look at her (sweat beading down her face) and say…’oh but I’m sure yours will be nothing like that’. The mommy-to-be indulges in a little more spinach dip and chocolate covered strawberries. Why not, according to these women, she’s about to encounter a fate worse than death.