Potty Mouth

Alena Mae is two years old; she’ll be three years old next month. The child talks at a four or five year-old level. She’s quick, she’s smart, she’s mature. But somehow, God knows why, she refuses to potty-train. And she’s regular. My God, we change five diapers a day. So I’m not always thrilled to discover that I have to change her diaper.

Again.

Here’s how it went down yesterday:

Tamara: "Oh, Lena. Do you have poo poo in your diaper?"
Lena: [Big grin.]
Tamara: "Lena, where does poo poo go?"
Lena: [Big grin.]"Poo poo goes in the potty!"
Tamara: "Lena, come here please."
Lena: [She continues playing...]
Tamara: "Excuse me. Lena! Do you have poo poo?"
Lena: [Big grin.]
Tamara: "LENA. What’s in your diaper?"
Lena: "Freaking poo poo."

Freaking poo poo? That’s hilarious. I cackled.

I wonder where she got that.