This post has poop-filled content that may be offensive to some readers…although no one that I can think of…except maybe my husband…and Owen in a few years…But whatever.


an·thro·po·mor·phism    (ān’thrə-pə-môr’fĭz’əm)

n.  Attribution of human motivation, characteristics, or behavior to inanimate objects, animals, or natural phenomena.


This morning Owen came running into the kitchen:
“hafta go poops Mommy!”

Me: “Ok, Buddy, let’s go.”
Owen (after pooping a few little marble poops): “Oh, wittle baby poops, want dem Mommy.”
Me: “No, Owen, it’s poop, it’s gross, we don’t want them even if they are little.”
Owen: “Oh…flush dem Mommy?”
Me: “Yes, flush it Bud.”
Owen: “Poor poops.”

About 5 minutes later…
Owen: “Mommy, hafta go poops ‘gin! Mommy and Daddy poops coming!”
Me: “Ok, let’s go.”
Owen (grunting): “Daddy poops here!”

As he jumps off the potty and looks in and sees a “big” poop and some marbles:
“Oh, Baby poops riding on Daddy poops shoulders!”


2 responses to “anthropomorphism”

  1. Amber says :

    Thanks for the laugh!!!!!

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