classic canadiana

I knew it was coming, I remember it clearly from my days as a babysitter, I actually think it lead to my demise as a sitter. To be honest I thought we still had another couple years before the introduction of the the classic poop, pee, toot and bum jokes. And by joke I mean Kate will say "poop" and there is a burst of laughter. Elliott will respond with "bummie," again, laughs and giggles. From what I can tell Kate's teacher Mrs Raybould calls it bathroom humour. If Kate knows that term I'm figuring it's all the rage at school. I'm expecting that Elliott is going to be ready to jump into the laugh troupe's activities next September, he's a pro. For the most part I can deal with the silliness, it's just that it quickly degrades into making jokes about privates. I'm not going to get into the gruesome details here, they think they're hilarious, I find them grating.

A right of passage I suppose. I just don't know why they always start at meal times. I guess that's their idea of family time conversation.

Kate and I were printing words this weekend, she'd tell me what she wanted to learn. Way to prioritize my darling. And for those who are curious, the bottom words is Kate's other favourite activity writing letters and having me tell her what words she's creating - I called that one bait moi.

Happy hump day. aj and the little poopers