My toddler entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks when he saw me. He said loudly: “Poop!”
Usually he tells me just after he has done a nasty in his diaper. But how can that be, I thought. I just changed you a minute ago.
Then I looked at the chunk of chocolate cake in my hand.
He thought I was eating the poop!
Thinking back to that very recent diaper change, yes, I could see how he might make that connection. The area where I normally change my baby was cluttered, so I’d laid him on the bathmat on the floor. Somehow the ball of poo had rolled out of the diaper onto the floor, to his amusement. (It was that not-yet-smushed-because-I-did-it-standing-up-and-didn’t-sit-in-it-yet kind of poop.)
After cleaning everything thoroughly, and lamenting a pile of other things that seemed to be going wrong that day, I had next ventured to the kitchen for some chocolate therapy. That’s where he found me a minute later.
“It’s CAKE,” I told him earnestly, grasping what he now understood one was to do with the poop after a diaper change.
“POOP,” he insisted, looking confused and skeptical.
It actually was the same color, though I certainly hadn’t been thinking of that when I was eating it…
“Cake, cake, cake!” I showed him the spot where the cake had been kept covered on the counter. Only now it was empty.
I was losing the battle. So I offered him a taste. He inched forward and took a tentative nibble. He said, “Good!”
I only hope now that I haven’t convinced him poop tastes like chocolate cake!