Everyone Poops. Not Everyone Flushes.

2009, big year. First African-American president sworn in. Conan takes over The Tonight Show. My kid is potty trained. Let's be realistic though. Each of these monumental successes has lost a little bit of their original luster. Obama has struggled to unite the nation and develop a viable universal health care plan. Conan was doomed by, of all people, his incredibly unfunny predecessor. My daughter doesn't flush her poop.

What gives? She doesn't have any fear of flushing, because pee gets flushed without a thought. So maybe it's just a little feces-fascination. "Children may be fearful that their bodies might be giving up something important." Important? If she ate a quarter, fine, save it and we'll dig around in it later. But otherwise, she's gonna have to let it go.

The non-flushing wouldn't be a big deal if she would let us know when she has pooped. It's finding the murky surprise three hours later that makes me wonder if it might be better to just put a port-a-potty in the backyard for the next year.

I think there are a few people at my work that may be fearful that their bodies might be giving up something important. It's a public restroom after all, so try to be kind to your fellow man. Unless someone keeps swallowing a quarter...