My husband & I went out to dinner last night. This seems to be happening more and more. I think the bc pills are erasing my memory because I can't seem to remember where the kitchen is?
So, we're sitting in the booth section of the bar. This is still technically the smoking section but for some reason, the smokers don't like to sit there so it's like our own private, reserved non-smoking seating. It makes us feel special.
We're getting ready to dive in to a huge plate of wings and I overhear a conversation that is happening over my husband's shoulder. It's a group of guys, mostly in their 30's or 40's, I would say. Clearly, they were doing one of two things: either stopping to have a beer after a long day of working outside OR they were hiding from their miserable wives at home. I'm not sure which. Perhaps their wives are miserable because they work outside? They looked pretty stinky.
Anyway, one of the guys starts talking about one of his kids. Normally, this wouldn't really catch my attention but here's what I heard:
Guy with 80's ponytail (a.k.a Daddy): "My son would eat all day long if you let him. We give him a bottle and he just goes to town on it"
Normal so far, right? OK, keep reading.
Daddy - "I had to change his diaper the other day and it had 10 pounds of poop in it"
Did I say we were getting ready to eat? Ew!
So, this is the point in the conversation where the other guys perk up and join in. They talked about dirty diapers and poop for 10 minutes. I shit you not (ok, that pun was on purpose).
My first thought? Maybe if you didn't let your kid eat the entire McDonald's menu, he wouldn't have poop the size of a brontosaurus.
And, what is it with guys and poop? They are the only people I know who get absolutely fascinated with this subject. I just don't get it. And, really, I don't want to get it, I won't attempt to get it and I certainly won't go searching for it.
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