I don't have a brother, so some of the things Kellen says kind of take me aback. Like, it never entered my mind that he might say something like that. Not that it would have if I did have a brother, but various people have pointed out that not growing up with boys means you're a little less prepared to mother one. Since Lisa started out the "car conversation" posts by posting that Ethan sings the Smashing Pumpkins, I'll share our little embarassing tidbit of the day.
We were in the car playing one of those games that are just hilarious to little kids (well, my little kids anyway. As Josh and I point out often, they are our kids, so maybe they're a little weird.).
K: My name is goober!
B: My name goober.
Me: No, MY name is goober.
etc. etc. Kids laughing hysterically...
K: My name is urinal!
Game over.
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Nope, can't say we ever played the "My name is urinal" game.
what a party "pooper" or I guess "pee'er" would be be more appropriate.
Don't even get me started on accidentaly using the term "party pooper." That was not a good choice.
I'm just honored that my kid has inspired you to be bold in your blogging. :) I don't think this is quite blog-worthy, but I'd also like to point out to you that any time my son's bottom is bare he RUNS around the house saying, "I'm a big booty!" Growing up with a brother definitey decreases the shock value, but it's still there. I won't even mention what I saw him doing while watching tv today - that's probably for a phone convo.
I only have girls but before every bath elle gets buck naked running around making us look at her booty and saying "bootylanguage" which is a take off of The Little Mermaid and Ursela saying "body language."
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