On The Lighter Side...

We tend to keep our chickies close to home. We protect them from probably a lot more than they need to be protected from, but it gives Joshua and me peace of mind. There are phrases that my kids know nothing of, and the innocence of their uses of those words is somewhat startling at times. And occasionally hilariously note-worthy.

Recently my Mom stopped by and brought kids meals for the kids. They ate the food and then ripped into the toys. I have no idea what these toys are supposed to be, but they are little round plastic things that have legs that pop down when you push a little button.

Well, that description clears things right up, doesn't it?

Anyway, the toys were opened and the girls naturally needed to name their, um, pets? Gadgets? Elizabeth introduced us to 'Noo-Noo' (pronounced new-new). Sarah Grace proclaimed hers to be 'Boo-Boo'. Not to be left out, Anna piped up and announced her 'baby' was named 'Doo-Doo'.

And nobody made any jokes. Because they have no clue that there are potty connotations tied to that word.

However, Joshua and I knew. Now remember, we have a three week old in the house. Sleep is a commodity that we are in short supply of. Things that might be mildly amusing are considered absolutely hilarious when you are sleep deprived.

'Will you hold my Doo-Doo?'

'I love my Doo-Doo!'

'I lost my Doo-Doo!!'

'There's my Doo-Doo on the floor.'

'Can my Doo-Doo eat with me?'

And on and on and on and on and on it went. I cried. I mean, I was laughing, but I was in tears. It was all very junior high.

Anna, for her part, knew that she had hit on something funny. She is the comedic relief of our family and well aware of it. She may not have understood why it was making her parents gasp for breath, but she totally understood that she was on to something good. She kept a running commentary of what she was doing and what Doo-Doo was doing.

Alas, poor Doo-Doo rolled under the couch and the kids bedtime was upon us. The toy was forgotten about.

Until today when I scootched the couch out so the kids could retrieve all the stuff that had collected under it.

'MY DOO-DOO!!! I FOUND MY DOO-DOO, MOMMY!!!!! I MISSED YOU, DOO-DOO! I LOVE YOU, MY DOO-DOO!'

Even with more sleep on my side, it's still funny. I still laughed like a twelve year old boy when I heard her exclamations.

And I'm pretty sure I want to shelter them from the potty meanings of that word for a long time to come. My reasons may or may not have anything to do with the entertainment value of keeping them in the dark...