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'.