I’m learning that living with a 2 year-old, a 5 year-old and a man of any age makes for some very, um “special” conversation:
- “Why do I have to go to school again? I just went yesterday.”
- “Stop dangling that at your brother, it’s inappropriate!”
- “Eww, I see your booty and it’s naked!”
- “But you can’t do work every day, Momma! That’s not fair.”
- “When I grow up, I want a husband and a wife!”
- “Well if you have your booty out, I have no choice but to slap it.”
- “If it hurts for the baby to come out of her stomach, then why did she put it in there?”
- “When I grow up, I’m going to be a doctor and look at people’s booty all day.”
- “You’re fired.”
- “Your booty’s fired, Mommy.”
- “Daddy, you really shouldn’t kiss Mommy so much. That’s just gross!”
- “I’m not going to tell you again to keep your hands out of my shirt. Next time you’re getting put on time-out.”
- (And this knock-knock joke:)
- “Knock knock.”
- “Who’s there?”
- “Booty.”
- “Booty who?”
- “Booty booty booty booty booty! Ha ha!”
Yup, there’s a strange fascination with booty in my house. And at least one of those booty sentences wasn’t actually spoken by a child … *side eyes my husband*
Life is a riot – live it and love it!
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