@#%@#!!!!

I bet you'd never guess how dangerous a simple rhyming game could be... Let me just tell you... The kids and I were sitting around on Saturday, when Brayden asked me if I wanted to play a rhyming game. I said, "sure, how do you play?" And Brayden told me that we take turns giving a word and the other person has to find words that rhyme... Simple enough, right??

We went through several sets of words, and then when it was my turn again, I said "duck..." To which Brayden said, "Guck..." So I nicely told him how silly he is and how "guck" isn't a word... So he said, "okay, F@#%!" I just about peed my pants trying not to let on to what a bad word he had just said!! I just said something like, "oh Brayden, is that really a word? Have you ever even heard anyone say that?" And he just said that, no, he had never heard it and it wasn't really a word... How silly of him!!
All of this conversation is happening in the midst of my little innocent Josiah, yelling over and over at the top of his lungs, "F@%#!! F@#%!!

Thank goodness there wasn't really anyone around to hear all this, I would have been mortified!

Another thing Josiah has been doing is asking us to kiss his booty when he falls on it, and when we're unbuckling him from his carseat, he asks us to "unbuckle my penis please..." (the crotch strap- gotta love these literal minds...)
GEEZ! You'd think we were the most vulgar parents in the world (or that our children have Tourette Syndrome)!!