Ian and I often wonder what the world would be like if as a pre-requisite to parenthood you had to pass a test. One pre-requisite would, of course, be maturity. This is the requirement that seems to be a hang-up for us. Our problem is that we find our children's low brow humor to be just as funny as they find it.
Take this morning for example: as I finished a roll of paper towel the older boys asked me to cut it in half so they could use it for a sword fight. I obliged . . . a little sword fighting doesn't phase me. Well, I don't think the sword fighting ever got started. About three minutes later Griffin saunters in with his sword held up to himself and says "Mommy, look at my weinie!"
I, of course, find this hilarious and struggle mightily to not bust out laughing while casually asking what exactly a "weinie" is. You see, this is not a term that I use. So, I'm wondering where exactly Griffin has picked this up. Griffin informs me that he has no idea what a weinie is but wonders if it is potty talk. Um, yes! That is potty talk and I find it hard to believe that he doesn't know what a weinie is because it is painfully obvious that he does! Especially because he still has his "sword" appropriately placed and is laughing uncontrollably with Berkeley. Please note that Parker is right in the mix watching the entire interaction. I fully expect that weinie might be his first word after what he witnessed today. Nothing gets by that one.
Maturity is definitely overrated when you are raising a houseful of boys!
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