My son isn't quite two yet. If I were to say that he's sometimes a handful, it would be like saying sometimes a tornado leaves a path of destruction. He has developed this unfortunate habit lately. Before anyone in the house wakes up, he often reaches into his pants and pulls out a handful of poop.
The key to if it is going to be a rough day usually lies with the answer to the question "did he smear?" If the wall looks like a Jackson Pollock painting, I'm usually not starting the day in a good mood.
If you think about it, young kids have a lot to teach us--quite often, I believe they are God's way of teaching us patience. I always hated that subject... even more than math. What else can we learn from these instances that make parents want to scream and make friends of parents laugh 'till they pee their pants?
If kids are unhappy, they either do something or they ask for help (meaning they scream). They don't just persist in misery. Somewhere along the way, adults seem to loose this. We give time and energy to things that hurt and bother us--grown up poo. Some have addictions. Some let their work take them away from the things that matter in their lives. Wouldn't it be an amazing things to see if adults could be child-like and simply admit "I have poo in my life and I need help cleaning it up."
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