My boys have made up a new song, which they have taken to singing all the time. It goes something like this (you can sing along, you'll know the tune).
Bye Bye Miss American POO
Drove my Chevvy to the levy and the levy was POO
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and POO
Singing this will be the day that I POO.
Did I mention we are in the middle of a toilet humour phase?
The worrying thing for me is that every single uncle, godfather, male friend that I have mentioned this little ditty to has fallen about in hysterics. It is looking like being in the 'middle' of the toilet humour phase may be a hopeful assessment of the situation. It could well be a few decades yet before they stop finding shouting POO funny. Sigh.