Garrett: (Out of the blue while driving to work with Stephen) Dad do zombies poop?
Dad: Uh, I don't know. Do they eat? (Send Mommy a text to ask her if they poop...)
Garrett: Yeah.
Dad: Well then I guess they poop; Mommy says they poop too.
Garrett: Oh, ok.
(Quiet for a few minutes)
Garrett: Do zombies pee?
Dad: If they poop then they have to pee too.
Garrett: (happily) Oh, ok!
Where they heard about zombies we'll never know. It probably came home from kindergarten somehow. The big boys are SO into talking about zombies, poop, and butts...till we hear them and tell them to stop talking about that stuff and don't say butt it's a bottom. We're not having much luck the second they think we're not listening they resume the same conversation right where it left off. I'm pretty sure it's Stephen's fault...somehow. {;-D
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Of course it's his fault. My sweet little angels who grew up watching way too many animals pooping, peeing, giving birth and creating a reason to give birth would NEVER say anything like that without being forced!
Oh yeah, or who felt the need to go to school and share a very distorted view of the birds & bees or telling very questionable jokes at Thanksgiving dinner to show that they knew so much about the before mentioned birds & bees. . . right?
Ah, the good old days . . .
I still have children with bathroom humor!
Boys...they keep us on our toes! lol
so funny! At least they keep life interesting right?
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