Diarrhea

So, McKeonly learned the word "diarrhea" and its official meaning. For years, we've been calling it "runny poo poo" which is practically correct, but not technically.

As I'm in the restroom, taking care of my business, McKeonly opened the door and began playing right outside of it. She asked what was wrong, and I told her. Then she asked, "What's di-uh-ree-a?" So I basically told her it was "runny poo poo" but that big people just called it diarrhea...

And, thus begun the knock knock jokes. All the way until I flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom. Picture this, she's lying on her back with her feet on the door pane, trying to walk them up and down and follow on the other side with her hands, saying:

McKeonly: Knock. Knock.
Me: Who's there?!
McKeonly: Die
Me: Die who?
McKeonly: Diarrhea. HA! HA! HA!

McKeonly: Knock. Knock.
Me: Who's there?!
McKeonly: Die
Me: Die who?
McKeonly: Diarrhea. HA! HA! HA!

McKeonly: Knock. Knock.
Me: Who's there?!
McKeonly: Die
Me: Die who?
McKeonly: Diarrhea. HA! HA! HA!

As I started to show that I was getting tired of the joke, and just wanting to finish with my business in peace, she proceeds to the next joke:

McKeonly: Knock. Knock.
Me: who's there?!
McKeonly: (looking around for something to say) Elephant
Me: Elephant who?
McKeonly: Elephant . . . Diarrhea!

And the laughing continued...(this time I laughed a bit too...)

Kids! Never a dull moment!!!