Can You Say Sphincter?

I am so glad I got a college degree. Granted, my degree was in theatre and some days I wish I'd studied psychology, medicine, or a myriad of other subjects. Nonetheless, my college education comes in handy oh so very often (you know, all those classes on bum sniffing, cleaning up puke, child restraint and such).

In my tenure as a mother, I have had some terribly fascinating conversations. Just yesterday
I had the following exchange with my two-year-old:

"You stink. Lay down and let me change your diaper."

"Mom, look poop!"

"I don't know why you like to look at your poop so much, but sure, whatever floats your boat. Look."

"Mom! Cut poop?"

"What?"

"Cut poop?"

"No, we don't cut poop, that's gross."

"Mom, what cut poop?"

"Oh, well, your bottom cuts your poop."

"Where?"

"In your bottom is your rectal sphincter, which cuts off your poop."

"Oh! Wekaoo Finker!"

"Yes, exactly."

Some day I'd like to teach motherhood 101. Maybe I'll just write a book instead.