Warning: This blog errors in the direction of potty mouth talk. Proceed with Caution.
I need to tell 3 stories here.
Story #1 – My niece Emily just got asked to a dance at her school. My sister, Michelle, was telling me how she was asked. It consisted of her answering the door at midnight to discover that they had been toilet papered. She yelled up to Emily and she came down and they noticed a trail of toilet paper extending to the neighbor's yard. At the end of the trail was a puddle of "poop". It looked real and they were freaking out…next to it was a sign that read, "i'll poop my pants if you go to the dance with me." I know, very creative. :! I asked my sister what you are all asking yourselves, "what kind of boy is this? Do you want your dear daughter to go on a date with a potty mouth?" She assured me he was a good boy, so I just had to laugh – especially when she told me that Emily sniffed at the "poo" to discover it was a brownie with caramel sauce. Yum! It may take a while to eat brownies with caramel sauce again very soon… I told Lexi this story because she loves her Emily so, and she couldn't stop laughing. Five minutes after I told her she started giggling again.
Story #2 – I have been nagging Alexis to practice her voice lessons. I have even sent out the ultimatums complete with, "if you don't start practicing better, you will have to pay for your own lessons." Every mom pulls that one out of her hat right. Well she proved to me that she meant business the next day and remembered to practice as I smiled from the other room on a late night at our house this week.
Story #3 – A few minutes after my smile, I decided to go downstairs and check on everybody in their bedrooms. As I descended the staircase, Mason was ascending and he had a disgusted look on his face as he exclaimed, "JT just pooped on our bedroom floor". I was NOT excited nor happy about this news flash. As I walked toward the bedroom I barely missed the puddle of poop on the family room floor! Apparently the pile wasn't only in his bedroom. When I saw the pile, I saw an opportunity to be silly and turn this tale around. I seized the moment. I told Mason we were going to go get Lexi from upstairs where she was practicing and let her know that JT has something to show her (in a happy and excited voice). We did so, and she came running down the stairs to the surprise. When she got there she noticed the note I had written for JT that said, "Lexi, If you practice your voice lessons I'll poop my pants. love, JT" When she figured out what was going on she burst out laughing along with the rest of us. I do think JT was more than a little confused – especially when Mason and Lexi made him pose for a picture. I hope this doesn't reinforce a bad behavior. 🙂