I don’t know if it’s a kid thing, or just a boy thing in general, but my two are absolutely obsessed with anything to do with poo and wee and it’s starting to drive me a little potty. (No toilet pun intended.)
It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, or where you are – the conversation always ends up back at something bottom related.
Even sat at the dinner table having their lunch today between mouthfuls of sandwiches. Grr.
A favourite word is fart which I’m sure they say all the more because I’ve said I don’t like it and it’s not very nice.
Surely it’s much more fun to be more creative?
Trump, bottom burp, parp, trouser whistler. All a whole lot funnier than that blasted word.
I’ve just been informed that there’s a Despicable Me Fart Blaster that they’d love for Christmas which charmingly makes fart noises when you pull the trigger.
Oh. Yay. Not only do they get to do my head in with all the toilet talk, now they want to torture me with sound effects too.
Tell me they grow out of it. (Although I’m not holding out much hope. The eldest is nearly 11 and still going strong.)