The End Is Near

Don't worry. This post isn't about Hospice care or anything that will make you worry about whether your Will is current or if you are carrying enough life insurance. Many of you may have babies or toddlers and maybe you are thinking that after the toilet learning is complete, you will be finished with the daily routine of discussing bodily functions. If this is what you are thinking, then you are partly correct. You will be ready to stop talking about those functions, but your kids? Not so much.
The Period of Potty Training is quickly followed by The Period of Potty Talk in preschool/elementary school, and then you can look forward to The Period of Potty Mouth as kids move from elementary school to Tween and then Teens. These are the seasons of a kid's life. I consider this as one reason why parents of older kids are referred to as "seasoned." With this in mind, I present to you an exchange from this morning between Son One (who just turned 12 on Friday) and myself:
Act 1, Scene 1 of a One Act, One Scene Performance
Scene 1: The Cluttered Kitchen of Chez Renner, Mother and Son One are standing together as Son One is loading a paper bag with what he calls his "Siouxish" stuff as he is presenting on the Sioux Tribe at school.
Me: Please go brush your teeth. Your breath smells horrible.
Son One: That's not my breath. I just farted.
Wild laughter can be heard from Son One, Son Two, and me (because I am,admittedly, alot like her) as everyone exits thru the garage Stage Left to the bus stop.
And so our week begins. Happy Monday!

















5 Comments:
What are you feeding the poor kid?!
;)
Latkes(potato pancakes). However, let it be noted that to the best of my knowledge (and nose) no one else is having a flatulence issue. Maybe it was the Quizno's he had for lunch? I dunno.
It was definitely an SBD!!
I wonder if Crest has a product for that?
The first thing Lumpyhead said to me this morning was "Did you poop in your pants, or did you fart? You fart."
Gee, thanks Buddy.
I don't know what ius making me laugh harder. Your conversation or the conversation at Chez Lumpyhead.
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