Friday, February 11, 2011

You Never Know What You're Going To Get

When a child starts talking, you never know what they are going to say about what they see around them. We picked up Zane from the daycare, heard a good behavior report from his teacher, walked him out to the car and put him in his car seat. As we drove off, I asked Zane about his day.

"Nicholas got naked," came the response from the backseat. I glanced at Larry. "Who is Nicholas?" Larry, ever helpful, shrugged.

"Oh really?" I tried to strike a conversational tone.

"And Ethan hit Miss Gabba-Gabba, then there were cars, I drawed a picture of Nia and I poop in potty and we play," Zane continued. This was starting to sound like an episode of Jersey Shore.

Then silence from the backseat.

"What happened?" I prompted. But Zane had already moved on to the present tense.

"I pass gas," he announced. Larry and I looked at each other. EW. Then Larry wrinkled his nose, made a face, and rolled his window down, while Zane giggled from the back seat.

And people wonder why I call Zane 'Stinky Butt'.


  1. its funny how when THEY pass gas its suppose to be ok, but don't let US pass gas...O Lawd! We are called "Nasty buzzard!" or maybe its just me...LOL!
    Enjoy ya Friday and your Fab weekend! Stay Blessed, ma! *smile*

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