Like most kids of a certain age, my kids like gross. I’ve already described how Lyle uses his potty words in the bathroom – that is, by racing into the bathroom when overcome by the urge to shout out his litany: “Pee-pee, poop, penis, butt, and bottom!!!” I love that “bottom” is a bathroom word to him, and I also want to add that I never said he couldn’t talk about his penis outside the bathroom, okay? Just wanted to make that clear.
We now have a new ritual added to the bedtime routine. In the past, we all laid down on the big bed outside the boys’ room and sang some sweet good night songs. However, thanks to Matt, we now also sing “gross-out songs” before bed. Yes, on any given night you might hear something along the lines of “Pee pee, poop, and throw up, too…hope there’s no dog poop on my shoe” to the tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”. It’s always improvised and always met with gales of giggles. From all of us.
Ain’t we got fun?