Just an idea for a way to shoot the breeze when so many of us are trying to replace old habits....Thought we could share some real life funny stories. But they have to be for real.
I'll start. This one is OLD, but still funny as ever.
I am so glad my parents warned me to never tell our kids the "real" names of their parts. Because they love to mention them in public places. Seriously! So since my oldest was a boy, (I dont know why...) but we came up with "Po-Po". (That would be the long O sound). Anyway, we had several incidences where we were very grateful for our code name, especially when he asked the guy at the grocery store who happily volunteered to take my groceries out (while my 3 y/o is sitting in that sitty-thing and my 14 y/o daughter is walking beside me).. is THAT your PO-PO? .... OMG. My daughter turned 68 shades of red and said to me, "THIS is why we do not take HIM to the grocery store with US!"
Thats the worst of it publicly, but not the funniest. The funniest day was probably a few months earlier when I was potty-training him. We didnt have it down completely. My husband was travelling on business. I was changing his diaper for probably one of the LAST times because we were having a "too intellingent" conversation for him to not be sitting on a TOILET. Yes a TOILET. Forget the darn "potty." Anyway... where was I. Oh yeah.. changing his diaper. It was a bad one... lots of wet wipes.. . calling on older siblings to please bring more grocery bags to dispose of the mess in. Meanwhile, I'm like really wiping down his "po-po" because there are lots of nooks and crannies that I did not want to leave unclean? Anyway... OUT OF THE BLUE he says.... " I know where Daddy's Po-po is...." I said, "Where?" He said..." Its riding in his big green truck!"
I'll start. This one is OLD, but still funny as ever.
I am so glad my parents warned me to never tell our kids the "real" names of their parts. Because they love to mention them in public places. Seriously! So since my oldest was a boy, (I dont know why...) but we came up with "Po-Po". (That would be the long O sound). Anyway, we had several incidences where we were very grateful for our code name, especially when he asked the guy at the grocery store who happily volunteered to take my groceries out (while my 3 y/o is sitting in that sitty-thing and my 14 y/o daughter is walking beside me).. is THAT your PO-PO? .... OMG. My daughter turned 68 shades of red and said to me, "THIS is why we do not take HIM to the grocery store with US!"
Thats the worst of it publicly, but not the funniest. The funniest day was probably a few months earlier when I was potty-training him. We didnt have it down completely. My husband was travelling on business. I was changing his diaper for probably one of the LAST times because we were having a "too intellingent" conversation for him to not be sitting on a TOILET. Yes a TOILET. Forget the darn "potty." Anyway... where was I. Oh yeah.. changing his diaper. It was a bad one... lots of wet wipes.. . calling on older siblings to please bring more grocery bags to dispose of the mess in. Meanwhile, I'm like really wiping down his "po-po" because there are lots of nooks and crannies that I did not want to leave unclean? Anyway... OUT OF THE BLUE he says.... " I know where Daddy's Po-po is...." I said, "Where?" He said..." Its riding in his big green truck!"
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