Poopsense (Not Poop Scents!)

When you're a mom you have what I call a poopsense. It's not part of the more well known senses; it's the seventh sense. It's usually immediately preceded by the sixth sense. The sense that says..."Oh, crap. My baby (just, is about to, needs to) poop!" I can usually predict when my son will poop (within a 20 minute window.) I call it my poopsense.

This morning something happened that, an hour later, I am still laughing about.

Let me set the scene: I was ironing my work clothes, Toby was playing like a jolly little boy in his exersaucer, and Aaron was in the bathroom getting ready for work. It was my sense of hearing that first picked up on a telltale grunt coming from the exersaucer. Then my sixth sense kicked in and I thought, "something is going to happen." That's when my poopsense became alert.

T: (grunting)
J: Are you pooping? Try to go poops!
A: (from the bathroom) NO (shocked and defensive) I'M JUST PEEING. I DON'T HAVE TO GO POOPS!


I couldn't stop laughing long enough to tell my husband that my poopsense doesn't work on adults.