Potty Talk.

There is a misconception out there that ALL little boys like to talk about bowel and flatulence at the dinner table.

Well, maybe it’s not a misconception…

We had a wonderful Memorial Day, just relaxing and cooking hamburgers, corn on the cobb, and baked potatoes all on the grill.  I brought it inside and placed it on the dining room table for a formal dinner.

We seldom sit in the dining room for dinner, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have regular family dinners!  We just typically stand around the island in the kitchen talking and eating.  Weird?...yes, but its us. 

This time we sat down and passed the food around like the Clevers, when somehow Braden’s corn on the cob reminded him that he needed to tell me that the other day, Zyan had a poop bigger than a corn on the cobb.

Before I could compose myself to reprimand, it turned into an all-out war at the table over who has had the longest poop EVER, and what their poop would look like when they finished this big meal.

The more they talked, the more I couldn’t speak… and the laughter turned to a silent whisper, I almost choked on my own food and had to excuse myself.

We had a conversation about potty talk at the table afterward, but unfortunately they now feel that if they team up and make us laugh hard enough, they can get away with anything.  

It's going to take some time to recover from that one.