LG: Dad, when I die, I'm going to hide under my bed so Jesus can't find me.
Dad: Well son, that isn't really how it works. Jesus can find you anywhere.
LG: How does he do that?
Dad: I don't really know, son.
LG: Well dad, I don't understand how this world works. It's your job to explain it to me.
Dad: Uhhhh (as he feigns ignorance and leaves the room).
I find this perfect example of what is really going on in the parent child relationship. They don't know. We don't know. And at the same time both the parent and child typically claim to think they know everything. Good times.
Poo Poo Postscript.....
I also meant to add on the last post that I am appalled at the new commercials advertising a decorative "cover" for your naked toilet paper roll. Seriously, consumerism has reached an all time low. Seriously.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Potty Words
Due to the nature of the blog here, photos aren't really appropriate, so you will have to check back later (much later at this rate).
Boys. And girls. What is it about potty words that inspires such hysteria and obnoxious behavior in kids? The LG is all over the word "poop". As a result, so is the TP. Unfortunately for the LG, it isn't very funny when a 4 year old says it and he is directed to the bathroom where that word is most appoopriate. When the TP says it, however, we tend to snicker to ourselves, and the hysteria is passed on to the adults. This went on for an hour and a half yesterday in the car while we traversed the Salt Lake Valley (and even into Utah County - eyeroll) so I could finally convince the BK that when it comes time to buy we are sticking close to SLC. Anyway, by the time we got home, I felt like washing my own ears out. And, I think that will be the last time Grandma is willing to sit in our car for any length of time.
On other potty notes, the other day we went to Wheeler Farm with some friends. While feeding the ducks, the LG took off running (shocking, I know). I found him relieving himself in the "decorative/display" outhouse. As I shielded others from looking in, I was EXTREMELY relieved myself that it was only #1 since there was a nice mesh cover - which might have deterred other kids from sitting down at all - and at the least would have turned into quite a spectacle.
Thankfully, on this subject, and with much thanks (Grandma) to some lovely training pants that arrived in the mail last week, the TP is well on her way to using the potty. I find myself wishing on ocassion, however, that when she says she needs to pee, that I could just ask her to go in her diaper.
Poop.
See, it just isn't that funny.
Boys. And girls. What is it about potty words that inspires such hysteria and obnoxious behavior in kids? The LG is all over the word "poop". As a result, so is the TP. Unfortunately for the LG, it isn't very funny when a 4 year old says it and he is directed to the bathroom where that word is most appoopriate. When the TP says it, however, we tend to snicker to ourselves, and the hysteria is passed on to the adults. This went on for an hour and a half yesterday in the car while we traversed the Salt Lake Valley (and even into Utah County - eyeroll) so I could finally convince the BK that when it comes time to buy we are sticking close to SLC. Anyway, by the time we got home, I felt like washing my own ears out. And, I think that will be the last time Grandma is willing to sit in our car for any length of time.
On other potty notes, the other day we went to Wheeler Farm with some friends. While feeding the ducks, the LG took off running (shocking, I know). I found him relieving himself in the "decorative/display" outhouse. As I shielded others from looking in, I was EXTREMELY relieved myself that it was only #1 since there was a nice mesh cover - which might have deterred other kids from sitting down at all - and at the least would have turned into quite a spectacle.
Thankfully, on this subject, and with much thanks (Grandma) to some lovely training pants that arrived in the mail last week, the TP is well on her way to using the potty. I find myself wishing on ocassion, however, that when she says she needs to pee, that I could just ask her to go in her diaper.
Poop.
See, it just isn't that funny.
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