I went down to daycare this afternoon to nurse L after her nap and found her in her emergency clothes. I also saw a cover missing from a bouncy seat, so I asked if maybe she'd pooped a little? Apparently, L pooped about once an hour all day today. Firm enough, no illness-type worries, but she'd been through her fair share of fabrics. Well, we all agreed, maybe no blueberries tomorrow. L's really been enjoying the blueberries, but maybe they haven't been enjoying her so much.
So I nursed her and played with her a bit and as I left I turned back and said to L, "maybe no more pooping today, huh?" and smiled and waved goodbye.
But as I was halfway over the baby gate that retains the small, mobile creatures all day, that lovely teacher prepared L's retort for her. She turned to L and said:
"Tell Mommy it's a free country. And that means it's a pooping country and you'll do pooping as much as you want."
Embracing the concept of early education: it's never too early for a civics lesson.