Anyone who asks about my wonderful family weekend is likely to hear about snow angels and sushi and silly songs, but I probably won't mention the primary topic of conversation in my granddaughter's household right now: poop.
It's an important topic, especially when the little one is still mastering the intricacies of using the potty. I don't want to go into a lot of detail here lest anyone happens to be reading this over lunch, but let's just say this: poop happens, but not always in the right time and place. Fortunately, young parents trying to gently guide their toddlers have many resources on hand to help, and if there's a grandma handy, then she'll gladly do her part as well.
Which is why I spent a lot of time this weekend reading my granddaughter books about poop.
I won't attempt a full-scale review of these books because, frankly, I'm trying really hard to delete them from my memory. There's the board book in which a gender-neutral baby says "Bye-bye, diaper!" and hears a "Tinkle, tinkle, toot" before reaching my granddaughter's favorite page: "Undies!"
Then there's a book full of animal parents asking their offspring whether they've pooped, while young readers get the thrill of lifting little flaps to find things that are definitely not poop until, finally, they lift the right flap and say, "There's the poop!"
And I'm not going to even describe the action in a book euphoniously titled "Bloop, bloop goes the poop." Really, it's all there in the title.
I am delighted to be a part of my granddaughter's life and share this important developmental milestone with her, but nevertheless I'm looking forward to the day when we can put the poop books behind us and move on to more exciting topics. How will we get to know Pooh if we're stuck on poop?