Thanks, Dude
My husband has always had a bit of a warped sense of humor - part of why I love him like I do for sure - but lately I've noticed that he's teaching our girls all sorts of "fun" words and phrases. You know, the kind of stuff that's funny at the time, but I know that I will try to don my invisible cloak the day they decide to break 'em out in front of the sweet old lady in line at the grocery store or to my in-laws. A few terms that are now part of Belly and Bug's vocabulary:
Rumple dumple - that'd be the butt, Bob
Loaf - as in, the kind one might find in a diaper
"Don't look at my bum, bum lookah!" - yeah... self-explanatory
Then there's stuff that I've written about before, like Buggy always saying, "Ew! Messy diap! Stinky!" when I change Belly's poopy diapers.
The problem is that I think it's really funny, too. I try sooo hard not to laugh because I don't want to encourage that kind of talk, but I can't help it. It's terrible. Between my swearing and Dude's effed-up sense of humor, our girls don't stand a chance.
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... the girls every boy wants to date... and makes every mother of those boys cringe... "I just don't understand their, well, humor." LOL! Love it, bum lookah!
I have a girlfriend who wants to teach her children to call adults things like "Chief" and "Ace" rather than Miss Allison or Mr. Bob or whatever. This is the same woman who taught her nephew at age 3 to tell people his Daddy was a migrant worker.
I see nothing wrong with any of this.
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