Conversations at our house....

We just finished potty training (4th times the charm....ha!). Since the potty training weekend, Charlie is absolutely consumed with thoughts of...well, the potty. He is a curious one. With no embellishment, here is a sampling of conversations you might have overheard had you been following us around the last few weeks....

At the grocery store:
"Why don't vegetables go poopoo? How about cereal? Does cereal go poopoo? What about peepee?" (This went on the entire grocery trip...every aisle we walked down. And, since Charlie does not have a "low" volume level, you can imagine how many snickers and knowing looks from moms I got).

After church:
"Does God go poopoo? How about Jesus? Does Jesus use the potty in heaven?"

On a walk:
"Why do dogs go poopoo on the ground? Can I go poopoo on the ground?"

I could go on and on....it's a whole new world over here. I'm not sure I have used the "p" words with so much frequency in my entire lifetime as I have these last two weeks. Are girls like this too? I'm hoping for a reprieve when it's Annie's turn!

Oh, and just to let you know, if you come over anytime soon, you will probably be quizzed on all of your bathroom habits. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Humungousaur

I found a chip in our new lamp the other day, and asked Charlie if he knew what happened.
"Humungousaur."
"Who is Humungousaur?"
"Me."
"And what was Humungousaur doing?"
"Flying."
"How were you flying?"
(Said as though it should have been so obvious to me) "I jumped off the couch and landed on the table and the lamp."
"Ok, let's not do that anymore."
"But mommy, I'm Humungousaur. I have to fly. How else will I save the day?"