Change my poop

 

Change my poop

     Once upon a time there was a beloved TV show hosted by Art Linkletter called "Kids will say the darndest things." It was corny cute but provided honest pure laughter. Many a tape title has been provided by our children or our own generation when we were children. My friend Lucinda's grandma used to say los borrachos y los ninos dicen la verdad and she was a hundred percent correcto. The Sheehy heirs are among my favorite kids of all-time and that should easily last until I join their Pop in the afterlife. They were always good children and almost never misbehaved. That is not to say they did not behave like children because after all they were children. One of my favorite scenes took place in the old "dump house" that was a perfectly nice home Lissy wisely purchased when she came to live in the southland after completing courses at the UCLA school of Architecture. Teaming up with another archy was wise decision number two and she and her Greggy set sail to be together forever as Paul Harvey used to say. They first produced a son who was a pip as my Mom used to say. Little Ed was wide-eyed and strangely unflappable for a tot. One of his best qualities was and is his grace under fire and a level-headedness I wish I had in some small portion. So, I was visiting in the time when little Ed was up and running, wearing cozy footed pajamas with a flannel groove. He never was one who liked to go to bed and was a yarn-spinner from a young age. I was kicking it with my old pal when little Edward bounced into the room with an odd lump near the ankle of his footed jim jams. He shouted very clearly to either parent "change my poop!" The lump turned out to be a perfectly formed turd that the youngster wanted to jettison but that required the removal of the entire ensemble. I believe Mom stepped in and completed the boom removal and Dad just chuckled with his friend who had cleaned up a few kid poops himself.