Poop is a big subject in our house right now. Potty talk and talking about “butts.” Lucas finds it all hilarious. Why do we go? When we go what happens? Where does it go? Lucas asked me today while sitting at the dinner table if daddy still pooped. I said no. He stopped pooping because his body stopped working. He looked me directly in the eyes and explained that he didn’t want to poop anymore. I said, “Lucas why don't you want to poop anymore?” with an exasperated sigh. This is not dinner time talk. He responded, “Because I want to go to heaven too.”
I suppose the questions may eventually stop but I highly doubt it. He's very intuitive and analytical and is always thinking. He's always trying to figure out why something happens. When and where his father is. He is always with us, always on both of our minds.
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