Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Sheltering My Kids: A Success Story

There are some words I just don't like.  Most of them aren't bad words, I just can't stand them for one reason or another.  I would make a list here, but I know that someone (most likely my dear husband) would make sure to send me emails with the words listed over and over.

One of the words I detest is [am I really admitting this?  It may haunt me for the rest of my life] fart.  I hate the word fart.  I think it's worse than THE "f word".  I would rather use just about any other phrase for passing gas than that F word.  I just can't stand it.

So the other night we were eating dinner, and the salad had broccoli in it.  Tate and Theo asked for a piece of broccoli and LT Wonderful (who was not being so wonderful) made a quick comment that broccoli makes you fart.  Then he laughed at himself, because he regularly cracks himself up.

[At this point I glared at him from across the table.  As long as I can keep that word out of my house, the better.  Tate's almost five and still isn't aware it exists. ]

Tate and Theo pick up on the laughing and both start laughing themselves.  Then Tate took a big bite of the broccoli and said, "DAD!  You're right!"

Then he started barking.

Yes.  He barked.

"Dad!  Broccoli makes me bark!"

Theo noticed the attention Tate was getting [and he has to get in on any sort of attention getting] so he started barking and saying, "Broccoli makes me bark! HAHAHAHAHA!"

And we laughed until we cried.

I'm going to go ahead and put this one in the win category.


Anneke said...

That's SO funny Jenni! Glad to hear these little stories. :-)