I thought this was funny and since I've got a "captive audience", I thought I'd share...
Poor DS has been unable to uhhh...poop, for several days. Poor little guy's been walking around like he's got a broom handle up his...back. He refuses to drink my special "poopie juice" to help him go. It's only Gerber pear juice, but it works like a charm.
DS tells me he doesn't want "poopie juice", that the poopies will come out on their own, when they're good and ready. DH all the while is teasing him asking him if he's "got a potato baking", etc...
Well last night Michael's in the bathroom and for several minutes he is grunting and groaning - sounded like he was in labor for crying out loud! So just as I'm asking him if he's alright, he starts yelling..."Mommy, mommy I made poopies!!" Come look! It's the biggest one EVER!!"

It's times like these when I remind myself that someday he'll have to wipe MY butt and that will be my payback...
And so he has to show Daddy, who makes a big fuss over it and the 2 of them are going on and on about the SIZE of this thing...

Maybe it's a guy thing, I don't know, but I just don't get the big deal...
So I get Michael ready for bed and he's still going on and on about how big "the poopie" was (and no kidding....it was like a jumbo baked potato!

So I ask him if it hurt and (finally here's what I've been leading up to), and this is how the rest of our conversation went...
DS - "No Mommy...it didn't hurt at all! You want to know what the secret is?"
Me - The secret?
DS - Yeah Mom...the secret.
Me - Well sure - what's the secret?
DS - Fear.
Me - Fear?
DS - Yep. Fear. Every poopie has a fear Mom and once you figure out what the fear is, you can scare the poopies out!
So remember that folks...if you ever uhhhh...can't go...
Every poopie has a fear. You just have to figure out what is....