"Ewww. Did someone make a poop in this bathroom?"
"I don't know, Gavin - you tell me? You were the last one to use that bathroom."
"Hmm. I don't wee-member. But I fink so because I see a couple of poop crumbs left."
Never, have I ever heard anyone use the term poop crumbs. I find it so amusing, so much so that - you saw it here first - I went ahead and prefaced it with a hashtag. This one is right up there with Ty calling Hannford's "HeineyFarts." Kids are just so funny! When did my baby become a "kid" anyway? Where did my baby go?
I guess I first realized he was growing up when he announced "My butt has to tell you something," before farting. Ahh, the joys of motherhood. Boys will be boys :) I swear, I promise, I really don't know where he gets this from and NO I don't condone it - although sometimes I do have to hide my chuckle in response to his ridiculous potty humor.
Gavin has had a speech impediment for soo long, he didn't always talk so much! We are just starting to learn and appreciate all that has been going on in that head of his all this time. He can finally tell us, and we've decided that he's a complete nut. A loveable, goofy, funny little nutjob. Crazy like his mommy :)
Yesterday he told me that when he's five, he is going to stop calling me mommy and just call me mom. I was so amused, but also a little hurt. When I asked him why, he told me it's because big boys don't call their moms "Mommy."
"Yes, yes, they do!" I lied. "Big boys still say Mommy?" I was desperate. Borderline whining.
"No they don't!" he insisted. "Because all nine-year olds call their Mommy's Mom."
And, there you have it. Soon I won't be a Mommy anymore. Kicking and screaming, I will be graduating to Mom status. I say, to hell with Mom status! He will always be my baby and I will always prefer "Mommy"!
#poopcrumbs :) #wheredidthetimego
I hope he never stops wanting to give me a kiss goodnight. I cherish this edible moment right here :)