I am the semi-neurotic mother of three kids, ages 18, 8 and 5. My oldest is off to college and my youngest just started school. I’ve been the single mom, divorced mom, married mom, young mom, old mom, career mom, and attends school-at-night mom. I’ve worked in the IT world for almost two decades, but still shy from programming cell phones. I have no free time, but when I do…I write or read or plan our next vacation or holler at whomever to give me some PEACE AND QUIET.
Potty Mouth, Part II
I should never give parenting advice (not that anyone’s asked me for any lately), but here’s why: I have the mentality of a 5-year-old.
This week the girls are attending day camp at the zoo! (How fun is THAT??). While walking Eva to her class this morning we managed to catch a whiff from the elephants’ pen.
“Hey Eva, ever heard this one?” “Mama Mia, Papa Pia, Baby’s got diarrhea….***pbbbbt pbbbbt*** diarrhea….****pbbbbt pbbbbt***…”
Eva belly-laughed for a good five minutes straight.
When I picked her up at the end of the day, the zoo teacher (strange job title) mentioned Eva’s potty humor, and to leave THAT type of talk at home.
Poop-head.
OK, I think Eva’s lucky to have a mom who remembers childhood so well!
This is going in the next newsletter!
Comment by Janalee — August 7, 2009 @ 6:31 amxo
I totally agree Janalee! My husband is often heard teaching our four kids these kind of rhymes and other body function humor. While at one time I would have tried to stop him, now I think ‘Hey they’re going to pick it up eventually…would I rather them learn it on the streets or at home with parents who love them!’
Comment by Reb — August 10, 2009 @ 6:06 am