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One reason I'm not having kids of my own:
Jul. 22nd, 2006 11:13 pm
In a word, poo.
Seriously. I have no desire to spend my life cheering after the kid spontaneously uses the toilet and poos. And yet, I anticipate doing this with the baby as well as Ana.
Fine. That's life.
But when it's done, I am done. It's fundamentally wrong to have to fake so much excitement over bowel movements. It's even wronger to actually feel happy that the kid pulled down her own pants of her own volition and, y'know, accomplished the deed. Seriously.
Later, I'll give you my commentary on making children fall asleep. But right now, it's the toilet.
Seriously. I have no desire to spend my life cheering after the kid spontaneously uses the toilet and poos. And yet, I anticipate doing this with the baby as well as Ana.
Fine. That's life.
But when it's done, I am done. It's fundamentally wrong to have to fake so much excitement over bowel movements. It's even wronger to actually feel happy that the kid pulled down her own pants of her own volition and, y'know, accomplished the deed. Seriously.
Later, I'll give you my commentary on making children fall asleep. But right now, it's the toilet.
