The term "Potty Talk" has taken on a whole new meaning since the boys turned four and five. Suddenly, they became aware that certain words are not polite, and they were so thrilled and fascinated by this that I had to create a new rule to contain their enthusiasm. Potty talk is only allowed in their bedroom. To ban it altogether would take me to new heights of monitoring, and days like today, when I am driving people back and forth to school, hitting three grocery stores, buying Easter outfits, taking Jake to karate, and then working - well, it's just kinda nice to say, "Hey! Take those words into your room, please."
And so, as I put away groceries faster than a speeding bullet, I hear these kind of things being hollered behind closed doors:
"Welcome to my butt!"
"Ahoy, the Underwear!"
"Snug as a bug in a Poop!"