Friday poop post.
I viewed and mocked and cast aspersions on the character of those starring in the bizarre spectacle that was a scatological video tape being passed around my circle of friends.

Lo and behold, but a few years later I am a proud father, yet perplexed at my compulsion and duty to be uncomfortably familiar with my childs bowel movements.

*wretch*
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 11:05, 3 replies)

I would imagine...
the essential difference between the scat tape and your child's bowel movements is that the latter doesn't turn you on sexually. an interest in the consistency of your offspring's stool doesn't means you'll turn into some raging scat maniac unable to control his urges and scatting all over the shop....i hope.
(CaptainFellatioNelson is trying to kill me, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 11:14, closed)

Agreed
I must clarify that I failed to find the former gratifying in any sexual way either! An amusingly bizarre spectacle none the less.

Before parenthood though, the mere thought of faeces would be enough to make me nauseous. I recall a time aroound ten years ago when I actually had to leave the house and vomit in the back garden due to the smell of my nieces nappy being changed (in another room).

The poo was actually my only great fear of forthcoming parenthood. I disbelieved claims of "It's different when it's your own baby" and "You wonn't mind 'cos you just have to get on with it". Now I'm used to that, i can divert my attention to the more valid concern of the forthcoming 20 years of financial and emotional burden!!
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 11:27, closed)

It's the sleep deprivation talking
And praise the lord for the invention of laminate flooring. And Dettol.

People who used to squeam with the best of them soon adopt the 'well, urine's sterile' approach when surviving on 3 hours sleep a week and wiping more than one arse every morning. Noon. And night.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 13:07, closed)