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Wednesday
Aug012007

Henry wants you all to know...

My head is made of poop. I smell worse than garbage. Although my head is made of poop, my son wishes to poop on my head, which is poopy. Or else he will poop on my butt. Which, incidentally, is smelly. I should also mention that my son hates me. It's perfectly reasonable that he hates me, as in only the past few days I have reminded him to wash his hands, told him I had no money for an ice cream sandwich, and asked him which movie we should watch. All of these actions are unforgiveable. I know that now. And thanks to his lengthy, and at times deafening, explanation, I see that the reason is my giant feces-head, which is awkwardly propped up here on my neck. It's amazing that I can even type or think or have any opinions about ice cream sandwiches, but nevertheless I do, and this renders me loathsome. I am a bad mommy, and he doesn't like me anymore, well, he does, but more importantly he hates me. Let's just say that his feelings for me grow increasingly more complex. But he consistently feels that my head is, as I have mentioned, poopy.

Let's all hope that my behavior improves in the near future.

 

Reader Comments (75)

Well, at least he is creative. I just get the, "You are a bad, MEAN mommy. MEANNNNNNN!!!"

Poopyhead.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJennifer
The important question is, when does school start????
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterGreta C.
No doubt you've already seen this, but I for one am relieved that our collective parental bad behavior is being exposed to the world thus:

http://www.theonion.com/content/news/majority_of_parents_abuse_children

("An average of 600 hours a week in school." The brutality!)
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterfalwyn
I am so not looking forward to the day that my daughter says those thing to me (she will be three this month). I know that I will have to sneak away and cry.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered Commentermidlife mommy
i'm glad we get to practice hearing our kids say they hate us when they're in preschool and don't really mean it...so we're more prepared when they're in middle and high school and do, in fact, mean it.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered Commentererica
I don't know why you think you have the right to tell him to wash his hands when you yourself are made of poop.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMom101
oh my!
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered Commentershy me
I have recieved first-hand testimony that Henry is cherubic, charming, and completely edible.

Shame on you for your unclean ways. Meanie poo-poo head.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterkyran
I hope your behavior improves also. A poopy head is good for no one.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSparklieSunShine
You know, maybe it's just your shampoo. Have you recently switched to a more poopy formula?

Oh, check it out -- sham poo. Hahahahaha.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterbraine
When did Henry become a teenager? I mean, didn't he just had a birthday involving a single digit?
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterYou can call me, 'Sir'
Ahhh, I remember the first time I said something like that to my mom.... She was yelling at me for something I did (respectfully disagreeing with her opinion? wanting to watch superman for only the three hundred and twelfth time? I don't really remember) when I was young, no older than 4. I turned back and yelled, "Do you remember when I was big and YOU were little? And I yelled at YOU? How did that make YOU feel?" Now she tells me the same thing every time I have smart-assed remark for her.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJace
Maybe Henry would feel better if he farted in his poop, as my 4-year-old did just the other did, supplying himself with at least five straight minutes of amusement and deflected his attention off the fact that we were (horrors!) MAKING DINNER.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterChrista
Oh, we must be having the same day today. My five-year-old hates me right now, and is currently upstairs screaming insults that I (thankfully) can't hear. I just posted about it on my blog, to try to calm myself down. It helped a bit. I am looking forward to the start of school on August 27th, but the only downside is that instead of spending my day with one child, I get to spend it with around 110 children. I only get them for 65 minutes at a time. At least I get to send them home at night, but then again, I do get mine back for the evening. Sigh.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered Commenteralanaransley
I think Henry is just telling you something we have all been evading mentioning for years. Sorry love.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterjenB
Oh man, you know these types of posts from you always leave me with tears of laughter on my face, but being a mom myself now, I wonder how I would feel if (let's face it, when) June talks to me this way! She's only 6 months now, so I have a while before I have to worry about it, but I think I would wither into a ball and die if she thought I was a poopy head! I'm impressed that you can see the humor in it! Maybe it's different when they are older...
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterBertha
Are you sure your kid and my kid aren't the same kid? Because we can't go 5 minutes without using the word "poop". My favorite (and his) is the lovely idea of pooping on my and his father's eyeballs. Thanks Eli.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSarah B
Wait until my kids realize that I'm using a pseudonym. And my name really has another "o."

Shhhhhhh ... let it be our secret for now.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterPoppy
Picture this: Mother's day, last year, in Barnes and Noble in the Starbuck's Cafe packed full of people. Four year old daughter screaming at the top of her lungs, "You are a HORRIBLE mother!"Cause of said meltdown: I said, "no" when daughter asked for chocolate chunk cookie.I quickly walked away and pretended she was someone else's child while she had a full blown tantrum. I even shook my head and tsk tsk'd from a distance.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterWack-a-do
I was hoping my daughter's poop-obessed phase might end soon. Apparenly not. ;) Sorry to hear you're on the outs.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJonathon Morgan
And those thoughts you have buzzing around your head? Flies. Since we're sharing and all.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterLuther
Bertha: don't worry, it really is different when they're older. Their insults are just so ridiculous/absurd and their underlying love/attachment is so obvious.

My 3-year-old daughter howled in protest the other night because I kissed her (on the cheek!) good-night. How DARE I?!

My daughter would like to add, gleefully, "Poopy poop head! Poopy scrotum! Poopy penis! Penis scrotum! POOP in your BUTT! POOP on your HEAD!"
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterS-Way
That's uncanny. Because I too am poopy, am a bad mommy, my daughter doesn't-like-me-anymore-but-she-does, but inexplicably also hates me...we're like twins! Oh, and she also wishes I didn't have a mouth. Oh, I love being a parent!
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJen
Dude, I hear ya. My 7-year-old daughter has recently been shouting wonderful and touching phrases aimed in my general direction, such as "You're a witch! A wicked, wicked witch!" and "You are Evil with a capital E!" Apparently, she also wishes that she was never born from my loins, and has told me as much. It is awesome.

The first 10 times or so (she pulls this crap maybe every 3 weeks), there was a lot of crying on my part. But it has gradually become funny to me because, oh, the drama! The Academy Award for Making a Mountain Out of a Molehill goes to Maya! Too bad I will be saying "no" and telling her to clean her room about 1 million more times before she turns 18.

Also, FYI: school is a great breeding ground for lots of fun information about bodily excretions and all the possible things you could do with said excretions. Where does she learn this stuff? Lunch. Maya and her friends talk about it during lunch.

My tax dollars are clearly being put to good use.
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSteph
Last night, my son told me that I was not the best mom in the world because I won't buy him fruit roll-ups and capri suns. I too have sinned...
August 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterVikki

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