My four and nine year-old sons are the source of lots of laughter in our home. Case in point: recently, my husband, Carey, and I took the boys to dinner at a local restaurant. Afterwards, as we drove home, the boys began making jokes about bodily functions--as much of the male persuasion loves to do. (In fact, as I'm typing, they're making those kind of jokes RIGHT NOW!)
Carey knows I have a limited tolerance for crude humor, and he said, "That's enough, boys. There's a lady in the van."
Quicker than you can say "snot," my toddler exclaimed, "Who IS it?"
*by the way, the picture with this post is taken post-food-fight (one that I actually allowed, since we were eating outside).*
