Please enjoy my, er, jejune, offering to Haiku Friday.
When people talk about potty training, they just don’t tell you, do they?
They don’t tell you that the world as you knew it– secretion-free, precise, persnickety and devoid of staring into others’ anuses– would seem like nothing but a distant memory.
They also don’t tell you that suddenly it’s cool to brag about poop and potties.
And furthermost (if there is such a word) they do not tell you the sense of accomplishment that comes when you are shepherding a little independent monster through the valley of Poop. If you do it right –and I hope I’m doing it right– they will hopefully fear no evil.
Happy weekend, Internets!