Nathaniel is obsessed with potty talk. I'm serious, every conversation we have is punctuated with a "poopy!" or "pee!" being yelled from Nathaniel.
It started off innocently enough. Nathaniel was playing pretend and made me a pretend sandwich. When I asked him what kind of a sandwich it was he told me, "eat it!" So, I took a pretend bite of my invisible sandwich and as soon as I did Nathaniel shouted with delight, "It's a poopy sandwich!" Joy.
It has gotten to the point where he sings "poo-py, poo-py" all of the time. So, I did what some of my other friends did. I told Nathaniel that the only time he can talk about poop or pee is if he has to go potty or if we are in the bathroom because that's bathroom talk (and besides, I wasn't thrilled when, during our evening prayers, Nathaniel would pray "poop" to Jesus. Although I believe that God has a sense of humor, I can think of better things to pray about!).
So, now we are at our new stage. I call it the "run into the bathroom and shout poopy at the top of our lungs" stage. The second Nathaniel steps into a bathroom--any bathroom at all, especially public restrooms--he starts with his poop talk. He even takes time out of his play to run into the bathroom to scream, "POOPY!", just because he can. I have to admit, he got me there. He is following my rules.
I am only thankful that his obsession with body parts and who has what has seemed to die down lately. But, that is another story for another time...