I totally farted in line at the grocery store while holding my 15-month-old. #blameditonthebabywithmyeyes
— Alex Iwashyna (@L8enough) July 18, 2010
Which reminded me…
We are in the car on Thursday night. It’s past dinnertime and the kids are FREAKING OUT on our way to McDonalds (shhh… don’t tell the parent police.) So I pull out all the Mama magic.
Me: N! Who has a NOSE?
N points to her nose and ceases shrieking.
Me: E! Who has EYEBROWS?
E: Me! and gives a little Groucho Marx.
Me: N! Who has a MOUTH?
N points to her mouth, smiling.
Me: E! Who has a KNEE?
E points to his knee and says: ME!
E suddenly interrupts: Who has a PENIS?
Scott looks to me. I look at him. He shrugs.
Scott: I do!
E: I do, too! Who has a BA-GINA?
E: And N!
Me: Yup. Who has a BOTTOM?
E: WE ALL DO!
Nothing like butts to bring a family together.
Who has a booty out there? Go on. I do! AUTOMATIC CONVERSATION STARTER. (And possible end-er. But it’s better to know that they can’t handle a good heiny conversation before you waste time getting to know them.)