We're in the excrement excitement stage.
This is an example of our conversations in the car yesterday.
Roma: Knock Knock.
Mommy: Who's there?
Roma: Heavy.
Mommy: Heavy Who?
Roma: You ate a poopie! (peals of laughter from only one person in the car)
Roma: Mommy, why did the chicken cross the road?
Mommy: I don't know, why did the chicken cross the road?
Roma: To eat the poopie! (even more laughter erupts from the back seat.)
Someone, please tell me this doesn't last that long.
3 comments:
It lasts way longer than you want it to.
waaaaaaaaaay longer.
way.
Ah, welcome to the world of the discussion of poop, pee, and farts. When my brother was little he kept getting into trouble over talking about fart, poop, and pee. My mom grew so weary of it that she said that (since poop, fart, and pee are not technically curse words) my brother could say them at will. Only at home. He would dance around the house singing 'poop and fart, poop and fart' like it was the biggest hit on the radio. He loved it.
Time for pics, QJ, let's get a good look at Miss Roma!
Oh yeah, we are still talking poopie, farts, burping, etc. It lasts a LONG time, LOL.
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