Lately we can't have a conversation with Deaglan without him bringing something toilet-esque into it. You know what I mean parents of toddlers?
On Saturdays we always have pizza for dinner from our favourite place Soprano's. (They make the best pizza for a great price and anyone I've ever dealt with from the restaurant has been nothing but lovely!) Anyway, tonight when I served Deaglan a slice this is how it went down:
Deaglan: Mommy I don't want pizza.
Me: Aren't you hungry?
Deaglan: Yes, I'm hungry.
Me: Well then, eat. That's what we're having for dinner.
Deaglan: I don't want pizza.
Me sighing: Okay then what do you want?
Me biting the inside of my cheek: You're not having poop. It's pizza or nothing.
Deaglan lots of laughter from him: Okay then how about Pee?
Now he's almost falling over laughing.
Me: Oh boy. Let me know when you're hungry then.
And while I'm on the subject of body fluids, Naveen had some sort of eye thing - likely Deaglan brought home pink eye from daycare. I remembered my midwife singing the praises of breast milk and how it can cure just about anything. And truth be told, I was too tired to call around to try and get a doctor's appointment. So I squeezed breast milk in the baby's eye a few times a day for three days and that bad boy cleared right up!