For weeks and weeks Scarlet and Liam have engaged in banter reminiscent of 4th grade boys; every word is either pee, poop or gas (we don't say fart in the home--yet) between the two of them.
Example: What do you want for dinner? Pee? I want poop. And for dessert? Gas. laugh laugh laugh.
For weeks and weeks I have tried tirelessly and hourly to kabash this annoying and inappropriate talk. Today I impulsively joined in (a questionable parenting move, I am aware.) We went for ice cream and I asked what flavors the kids would like. Liam: I like poop. Scarlet: Pee for me. I chimed in: I'll take a cup of gas with sprinkles of poop. The kids died laughing and then magically the talk ceased. Also, the ice cream arrived...
While getting ready for bed Scarl asked me, "Mom, I can't believe you get our poop talk?" "I get it, honey pie, I just don't like it", I stated.
Good night, Poop.
See ya later, Pee.
(If ya can't beat em??)
Worst Part of the Day-
Liam would not settle for beddie. He took a 15 minute snooze in his car seat and that was all he needed to rev up for his personal late night party. He finally stopped his shenanigans close to 10pm. Dude.
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