Now that my son is being potty-trained, we sometimes have interesting little conversations while he sits on the pot. I call them "Bowlside Chats."

One thing he has started doing recently is predicting what his next movement will be:

"Now I'm going to make a big fat poop!"

"Now I'm going to make a baby poop!"

That's funny enough on its own, but I'll be damned if he isn't right more often than not.

Maybe my boy has a gift, some sort of poo-clairvoyance, if you will. (Although I do realize the science community will likely argue that he is simply manipulating his "turds" with some form of advanced bowel control.)

My coworkers have suggested that I have him wear a diaper on his head as a turban, to enhance the mysticism. I don't know about that, but I do know it would be wrong to exploit my son's unique talent for my own personal gain.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go see if thegreatdoodini.com is available.