….Flushed Poop…..
Yes, you read that correctly and if bathroom talk/humor is not your thing, then I suggest you skip this post.
The following incident actually occurred in my house today. Sometimes I wonder, “What will I write about in my blog today?” Or I worry if I will have enough stuff to write about to keep blogging far into the future… then things like this occur, and I think, “Well, that’s today’s post!
This afternoon my son asked if he could, “have some Charlie Brown candy”. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he meant.
“Peanuts?” I asked.
“No”
Then I realized, “Oh Peppermint Patty?”
“Yup!”
I think I may start calling them that from now on :-)
I walked in on my son weighing himself in our bathroom today. He said, “Woah! I gotta slow down, I am eating too fast!” I asked him where he heard that and he said, “Daddy, when he saw a 2 and a 0 on the scale he said, “Woah, I gotta slow down and stop eating so many cookies.” (Please note, I got permission from Daddy to post this anecdote.)
Our middle child really likes to put things in order. Before she goes to bed at night she puts each of her stuffed animals in a straight row beside her pillow. I’ve noticed recently that she seems to gravitate towards put things things into straight lines. When she plays with blocks she puts them next to each other in a row, like a road, rather then stacking them one on top of the other.
My son’s birthday is approaching and I asked him earlier this week who he wanted to invite to his party. After hearing the list of the usual people he said, “There is this girl in my Sunday School class that is my friend. She laughs at my jokes and thinks it’s funny when I put a banana on my head. Can I invite her?” After further talk I figured out who he meant and added her to the invite list.
I love my son’s imagination. He can turn a cooking pot into a race car or become a dog by merely wearing his shoes on his hands. Here are a few pictures of his antics from this morning. They made me smile and I hope they do the same for you!
He called out to me in the other room, “Hey Mom, look I am siting on the pot!” When I heard these words, they brought a different image to mind.
My son woke me up this morning at 6:15. Usually when this happens it is so that he can tell me he has to go potty. Today we had the following exchange, “Mommy.” “Yes,” I replied very sleepily. “I am wearing red.” “Yes, you are, go back to bed.” “OK.” He went back to bed until 7. Not sure why he felt the need to tell me that at 6:15 this morning, but I did get a chuckle out of it as I rolled over and went back to sleep.