YUCK

Immediately after changing E's soiled diaper but before filling the bathtub last evening, I took a potty break. Having surrendered all of my rights to privacy when I became a mother, I did not even bat an eyelash when E ran into the bathroom. She pointed at me sitting on the toilet. With much conviction, she shouted, "Yuck! Yuck!" I quickly chimed in to correct her by saying, "No, honey. No yuck. No poopy...just potty." Before exiting the bathroom, she again pointed and repeated, "Yuck! Yuck!"

After washing my hands, I headed out into the living room to round up the troops for bath time. There I found sweet E pointing at a steaming pile of feces on the carpet. She kindly looked at me with an "I told you so look" and again said, "Yuck."

Why don't scenes like this make the cover of Parenting magazine?