This evening, Emma was tired and a little restless. Kurt and I didn't really want to take her outside because it was hot and kind of muggy and we were just feeling lazy. Out of the blue, Kurt asked Emma if she wanted to take a shower. Emma responded by getting up from the couch and climbing the steps. At the top, Kurt asked where the shower was and she marched through our bedroom right to the shower in the bathroom. We opened the door and she stepped right in. She was very excited!
We decided to undress her to her diaper and let her play in the water. She got a little apprehensive...she's had a on again, off again relationship with running water over the last few months. Kurt picked her up and let her hold her hands in the water. She was getting pretty wet, so we stripped off her diaper and Kurt ended up washing her in the shower. She had fun trying to splash me and watching Kurt make funny faces and noises when he put his face in the water stream. After a little while, she got a little worried, looked at us, pointed to herself and said "Poop." We immediately scooped her out of the shower and got a diaper on her quick as quick could be. Apparently, "poop" is her way of saying "uncle." It's kind of funny that she knew that would get her out of the shower and back onto familiar ground.
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If she thinks for a second that it's OK to call me Poop Dave, then she is correct because that would be hilarious.
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