My parents seem to be pretty good people (although I don't know that many people, so I can't really be sure). But there's one thing about them that is -- well, frankly, strange. They have this obsession with my poop.
All day, and all night, that's all they want to know about. How's your diaper? Did you poop? Was it a big poop or a little one? As soon as I go, there's mom or dad, ready to get rid of it. It's like they have some sort of poop collection, or something. Can you imagine how strange it would be if one of your friends wanted all the details of your bodily functions? You probably wouldn't spend too much time with him. Anything to avoid those awkward "I gotta go to the bathroom" moments.
Nonetheless, I do what I can to make mom and dad happy. I do my business five, six, sometimes seven times a day. Sometimes I poop even when I don't have to, just so they'll have something to talk about.
And get this -- this is my favorite: every so often I'll poop, then as soon as they change my diaper, I'll poop again! A two-for-one deal -- what could be better?
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