Sometimes children are so wise.

Along with the neighbourhood 5-year-olds, my son has been going through the ‘poo poo’ phase. If you’re fortunate enough to be unfamiliar with this phase, it’s when children laugh at the mention of the word ‘poo’ and the derivatives thereof.

This morning, I was reading an article on Trump’s war. My son grabbed the magazine. I asked him to sound out a word, any word in the article (tiger mum, I know). He pointed at the word ‘President’, then said, ‘Poo’ (both words start with ‘P’). Then he carried on, ‘I poo on my head, stinky poo poo.’

That was pretty much the sentiment of the article. My son can read.