If I had a dollar for every time I've heard the words "poop," "tee-tee," and "toot" (followed by rounds of giggling) from the mouths of my little ladies in the past month alone, I could afford to send them to a real live etiquette school. Cause they're obviously not getting the kind of home-training they need in that department. My own lady-like discretion is simply not enough to balance the free-speaking ways of their father. Yes, I blame it on him.
He asks me, "Why do they talk about potty stuff so much. Why do they think it's so funny? I don't talk about it that much. What? I don't." Hmm-mm.
Since Rafe assumed, when he first saw it, that this shirt was for adults, I should call attention here: I'm pretty sure it's intended for the 4-and-under crowd. Which makes it pretty funny to me. The other way, not so funny. Tho I think he was better amused with his first impression. (See what I'm up against here?)
Ladies, do your sweet angels enjoy talk of this nature? Or just mine?
He asks me, "Why do they talk about potty stuff so much. Why do they think it's so funny? I don't talk about it that much. What? I don't." Hmm-mm.
Since Rafe assumed, when he first saw it, that this shirt was for adults, I should call attention here: I'm pretty sure it's intended for the 4-and-under crowd. Which makes it pretty funny to me. The other way, not so funny. Tho I think he was better amused with his first impression. (See what I'm up against here?)
Ladies, do your sweet angels enjoy talk of this nature? Or just mine?
