The New and Improved Cynical Idealist

The incalculable essence of the number 2

It's a short one, but needs to be said.

Our 1 year old daughter had a pretty bad case of constipation a couple days ago. She's been remarkably fussy because of it but has since started settling down. Then I realized leaving work this morning, the morning message from my wife was about poop. I was updated on her poop. Its unfathomable when you have a baby, how much conversation revolves around poop.

Color, consistency, smell. It becomes a topic as common as the weather. Almost all subject matter in one form or another circles back to baby poop.

I wonder if the baby even knows how much of the conversation is about something so stupid. We could talk about almost anything. Work, weather, politics, food, but no. It just doesn't offer the same mental stimulation as poop does. It's almost cave-man when you think about it. But we find humor in it, sadness, whatever elicits whatever emotion the baby might have felt at that time.

Something so simple yet so complex.

I really need something else to talk about.

J. M. Kraynak