Maxism: it's a poop storm

From the powder room we hear, it's a poop thunder storming here. There sits my nearly 4-year-old Max narrating his bowel movement with energy, imagination and exaggeration.

The analogies continued throughout the experience. At one point when he was having gaseous moments he announced that it was very thunderous.

I wish I would've written down more of the announcement at the time, because at this point the rest are escaping me.

My max is something else. His imagination is vivid. Every day he has multiple experiences inside that little head. I only hope it's a sign of good things to come.