You know you have a boy [with the flu] when...

driving through the country you ask "is that cow poop or boy poop?"

Poop

While I was sitting on the couch, typing away on the computer, I smelled the distinct smell of dirty diaper. The conversation went something like this.

Mommy: "Monkey, did you poop?"

Monkey: "Did you poop?"

As he was saying this, he walked over to me and picked up the back of my shirt to "check" to see if I have pooped. Oh boy...