I would seem weird that a person could be so excited about poop, but I am. Not in the way a dog likes poop out of the litter box, or in the way Critical Bill liked it in “Things to do in Denver when you’re Dead”, or the way Kyle on Southpark found comfort with Mr. Hankey the Christmas Poo. None of those at all, but the excitement when the kid starts pooping on his own, and your diaper duty has been cut in half. When the odds of having to dig through diapers looking for hearing aid batteries have been cut in half….that’s what I’m talking about.
Yes, it’s the little things, or big if you have ever had diapers to change on a regular basis, that make me happy. I will REALLY be excited when the girl learns the trick and diaper duty is over…and the associated cost.