Hold My Poo Poo
The other night my very verbal 2.5 year old son, BC, informed me that it was time to call Grandpa, something we do often. So I dialed Nonnie & Grandpa’s phone number, put them on speaker phone and handed it to BC. My son is at the point where he’ll carry on a complete conversation without any prompting, so I just let the conversations evolve as they go.
Grandpa answers the phone: Hello
Getting right to the point BC says: Hey Grandpa
Gpa: What!
BC: I’ve got to go poo-poo.
Gpa: So, go.
BC: No, I want to go at your house.
(We live in Northern California and Grandpa lives in Southern California, 7.5 hours away)
Gpa: Sure, come on down, and you can go.
BC: OK, (turning to me) Mommy, we need to get in the car and go to Grandpa’s house.
The conversation continues for another minute or so about the same topic.
Finally Grandpa says: Hey BC, do you think you can hold your poo-poo until you get here? It’s a long drive.
BC: (5 second pause and an incredulous look on his face) NOOOO, Ew, that’s gross, Grandpa. I’m not going to hold my poo-poo. YUCK, (turning to me) Mommy, Grandpa told me to hold my poo-poo. Eww!!
Essentially BC was saying, “What kind of Dumb-A** tells his grandson to take his poop and put it in his hand? Does he think I’m stupid??” At this point all of us were in tears laughing. It couldn’t have been funnier!
Two days later, BC, Grandpa and I are still telling the story to anyone who will listen. I figured that I should probably document it so I remember to tell this tale at his graduation, wedding, or any other place I deem fit. 
Do you have a funny “potty humor” story? Please leave me a comment telling me what was said or done!