Uh... Let's Talk About Something Else

My mother has an unhealthy obsession with Harris' bowels (but in a good way, not in a Chuck Berry way). She's convinced that if the boy doesn't rumble once a day there's something wrong. Volumes of empirical data later, we've managed to convince her that it's normal for breastfed babies to go days without a movement; but she's still obsessed. Whenever she's visiting it's poo this and poo that; he's fussy because of poo, he's not taking his bottle because of poo, he's uncomfortable because of poo.

Even on the phone it's out of hand.

"Hi Mom."

"Has he pooed yet?"
"I'm fine. How are you?"

"How many days since his last movement?"
"Yea the weather is okay, bit overcast."

"Do I hear him crying. He probably has to go."
"Work's good. Got a big project coming up."

At the same time she is a Master Toilet Trainer (really, she's amazing), so maybe the two traits just go hand in hand.