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Warning: Inappropriate Use of Anatomically Correct Vocabulary

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Don’t even ask where the conversation started, but my two-year-old son now knows the existence of “boobies” (thanks honey). In an effort to convince him that boys don’t have boobies, I explained to him that he only has nipples. . . knowing that this whole conversation would rear its ugly head at exactly the wrong time.

While his admission was innocent, the timing was wrong and yesterday in church he explained to the family behind us (and anyone else in the surrounding pews) that he has nipples. Yes, “nipples” apparently does have a place in the worship service; and yes, apparently I can turn three shades of pink. Amid giggles and smiles, the young father behind us simply leaned forward, confirmed what he heard and gave my husband a big high five.

Tag, You’re the Parent

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Kudos to single parents — I don’t know how you do it sometimes. . . especially when your child does something so darn cute that is so darn wrong.

Case in point:  My son was sitting in his highchair eating dry Cheerios and suddenly said, “In my nose.” I glanced over to see half a Cheerios peeking out his nose while he smiled that mischievous little grin of his. It was funny. I know it shouldn’t have been funny and it’s very wrong to allow your child to stuff objects up his nose, but I had to try really hard not to grin right back at him.  I mustered up a simple “no,” but thankfully my husband in the next room tag teamed the raising of our son at that very moment. He ran into the room, looked straight at me, quietly said, “don’t laugh” and proceeded to properly parent the situation.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all holler, “tag, you’re the parent.”

Dinner and a Show

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Stop by our house at any given time and you are sure to see a show. Yes, my husband and I will be performing the “potty dance” daily.

Our two-year-old son is in his third week of potty training and we are no less than crazily insane about his successes each and every time he manages to “pee pee” or “poo poo” in the potty. We throw up our hands, give a round of high fives, hoot and and holler and finish off the flush with “yeahs” and “woo hoos.”

So this is parenthood. . .and “go potty” makes me beam.

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