There is no end to the pooh or “pooh stories” you find yourself exposed to once you have a baby. You’re either living the story or someone else is telling you theirs. I’ve decided to document them. Enjoy!
Here’s another use for the word “job”… Sean’s dad told me that when the kids were small his dad used to call poop a “jobbie”, as in “Is it time for a jobbie?” I grew up with a boy named Andrew who’s mom Lois called poop “a big job” as in “Andrew, don’t have a big job in your swim trunks when you’re swimming in Nancy’s pool!”