By: Mary Fran Bontempo

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David sporting some of his daughter Emma's expulsions.

David sporting some of his daughter Emma’s expulsions.

My latest post in Women’s Voices Magazine celebrates the poop, puke and boogers of childhood. More specifically, it celebrates the fact that today’s dads, my son David included, deal with the above with none (okay, maybe a little) of the squeamishness of the dads of yesterday, a.k.a., my own husband.

David and the young fathers of today take the expulsions of childhood in stride, dealing with all of the things that were previously solely the territory of a mother. So kudos to them–and click the link below to get my own, rather funny, take on the topic![/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]