Blog a la Cart

While in line at a local store…

Mommy? Do I have diarrhea? MOMMY! I HAVE DIARRHEA! DO I HAVE DIARRHEA?! YES! YES I DO!

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While seated in a public restaurant:

I NEED TO GO POOPS! MOMMY! DADDY! POOPS! I NEED TO POOPS!

Plural. PoopS. Always. Apparently we do not poop in the Cart household. We poops.

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Anytime she is seated atop the porcelain throne:

Please have my own privacy, please.

I think a little poops coming out!

I’m ALL DONE! WIPE MY BUMMIES! I’M ALL DONE POOPING! MY BUMMIES IS DIRTY!

Again, bummieS. Plural. But used as a singular.

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My tummy’s broken.

It’s been a rocky week for the preschooler’s gastrointestinal system. And anyone within ear shot. But man, my heart breaks every time she tells me that her tummy’s broken.

We’re working on fixing it, baby. Promise.