About a month ago, we let the kids dance to "Shake Your Booty". They thought the song was hilarious and it launched a bit of a booty craze. Gregory and Emmie started laughing at each others' booties, cracking up at the newly-discovered butts of all their toy animals, and finding it especially funny if the they came across a naked booty. So Jon and I had to put a moratorium on the word "booty". Or at least we are trying. Emmie has informed me that she says "booty" (and "dammit") when she is all by herself because nobody can tell her to stop. And my efforts to stop a booty conversation recently went like this.
Me: "No more saying booties. We don't laugh at booties and we don't joke about booties."
Gregory: Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"BOOTY!!"
I'm not sure if I am more annoyed at his disobedience or at being reduced to spending so much effort to stop butt words.
3 comments:
Booty!
AARGH
Oh, why the moratorium? I'm sure Rob would think it's hilarious. He's got a very well-developed scatalogical sense of humor, despite the best efforts of his mom and gramma, who would prefer to call poop "BM's" - you know, bowel movements?
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