Time keeps on Ticking....

Standing in front of the cashier at Fresh Market...
"Mama,"

Yes, my lovely 4th child, whom I often refer to as princess, enlighten me with your great words of wisdom...
  
"I tooted in my farting pants!"

I'm sorry...you what??

"I tooted in my farting pants!"

Did you say excuse me?

"Excuse me."

You have excellent manners.

With the passage of time, all names have been changed to protect those whose craziness I expose...I'm sure it will be easy to catch on.

Yesterday, I was changing into my gym clothes while Miss K was in the room.

"snicker, snicker...heehee..."

What's so funny??

"I can see your body and it looks silly."

Come on...really??

Bodies have been of huge interest around here the past few months. So, if you have a problem with the word penis...stop reading here.

Just the other day, Pre-K 2 was straddling her crib rail and shouted out, "Ouch!! I hurt my weiner!!"

You don't have a weiner...

"I know, but it hurts anyway."


"Mama, I know why pre-K 2, Miss K and Madame 3rd grade don't have penises..."

Oh???

"because they fell off when they were born."

Nope. No. Definitely not.


I am proud to share that bath time has turned into an educational experience in our house...

"Miss K, my penis is really long."

"Let me see..." (after viewing) "How did you make it do that??"

"I don't know, it just happened."

"Well, I'm gonna cover it up and you make it happen again..."

If only it was that easy.