My kids can probably tell you which planet has the most gas.
Back in the easier days of motherdom, we had the 3-day rule. You can try any new behavior technique and stick to it for 3 days, and it works. Yes it does. Uh-huh. Yes it does. YES IT DOES! Take for instance, letting the baby(ies) cry it out to go to sleep, getting off the bottle, no more pacifiers, or potty training. Okay, kidding. Potty training here took a wee bit more than 3 days, but everything else worked. And then Max and Lucy grew up and went to school, and in just three days at the ol school, my kids were ruined. And it's taking more than 3 days to unruin them. Mostly, the biggest problem is the potty talk.
In all my life, seriously, Poop, Pee, Fart, Butt, and any other fancy reference to said toilet talk items have never been over populated language as they are now. I suppose we're doing alright considering those are the very words they try to work in to any conversation, "Hey Lucy, Mom just said 'Do you want a PEE-nut butter and jelly sandwich. hahahaha. Get it PEEEEE-nut?"
"No I didn't, Max. I said 'Do you want a PB&J.'"
"Mom just said PEE B&J."
Clearly it could be worse. I recognize that. At their age, I was filling out MadLibs with my pals with as many expletives as we could. And we were great at it!
School has taught Max and Lucy a few other things. This second grade stuff has upgraded, and I'm learning all kinds of stuff now!
I guess the kids are learning about the planets. Because by the time I finished dinner - they had an entire solar system made of paper and hanging by strings all over our living room and stairs - each strategically spaced the correct distance from the sun. I had to check their book. They were eerily correct.
They were showing me around the solar system and so excited to tell me about it. Which was comical, because I'm not much of a mom who really paid attention to silly details like the order of the planets and all. I don't even think I could name them all. Nor all seven of the dwarfs, for that matter. Still, my kids were wowing me with articulate details as they paraded me through my very own living room solar system.
Every planet had a fantastic story, and then they started to get into story telling about the future, because planets=spaceships=The Jetsons=very cool and futuristic things. (And yes, I introduced my kids to The Jetson's - it was a childhood favorite of mine, and now theirs.) That's when Lucy said to me -"Mom in the future it will be so cool - they will have Mom On The Rocks Dot Fart. Its gonna be sooooo cool!"
I'm not so sure what's more bothersome, the DotFart reference or that she knows this blog. And if she knows about it, I MUST be famous, right!?
That's how I roll.
You are famous!