Jesus Be Mad at Chew!

Okay so, we are sitting in the living room tonight, and I was trying to watch the Big Brother finale and my kids were being WILD! I had asked them to please be quiet no less than 500 times. When finally I lost it!

I told them if they were going to stay in here with me then they were going to have to keep their mouths shut!

To which the boy replies OMMMM Jesus be mad at chew!

I said what? He said you be mean and Jesus be mad at chew!

See I have used this on him a number of times, not that Jesus would be mad at him but that Jesus would be sad or cry or whatever. I hate when they use my own reprimands against me. It really isn't fair. LOL Especially when it works!

My Daddy Has a Big Penis!

Oh geesh am I ever sorry that I taught my 2 year the correct vernacular for that particular body part! I was trying to be progressive and unprudish in my thinking so when he asked what it was I told him it was his penis, thinking there would be no way that he could say it for one thing. To which with glee he replied penis, penis, penis about a hundred times!! As if that all was not bad enough, the other day he begins to tell me that he has a wittle penis but daddy has a big penis! OH my word I about bust a gut at that one! I was gonna just keep that our little secret, because although I was mortified at what he was saying I was pretty stoked that at 2 he got the concept of big and little. Anyway I digress, about 2 days after this incident he went on all to tell his daddy his newfound concept, "Daddy I have a wittle penis but daddy has a big penis!" Bruce smiled for days after that! LOL It was a total that's my boy moment for him! LOL They bonded for sure. Anyway going back now I wish I would have just called it a winkie because penis isn't gonna sound all that forward thinking when he yells it out during Sunday school or the middle of Wal-Mart! Yep, winkie it is.