tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post1690860263478053582..comments2023-11-22T11:30:17.400-06:00Comments on Seeking Sanity: Life with boysKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14339665205284492242noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-55369468752091179972007-10-19T18:13:00.000-05:002007-10-19T18:13:00.000-05:00Ugh, so true! And my third boy isn't even HERE ye...Ugh, so true! And my third boy isn't even HERE yet!! Some days I long for pink frillies, but mostly I'm good with the poop and fart humour.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-5856852608488390812007-10-16T11:22:00.000-05:002007-10-16T11:22:00.000-05:00I grew up with two brothers. It was DISGUSTING.And...I grew up with two brothers. It was DISGUSTING.<BR/>And now I also have a disgusting little boy and is there anything funnier than pooping and farting? I don't THINK so.Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-4721134040403248562007-10-13T21:25:00.000-05:002007-10-13T21:25:00.000-05:00When Bub was maybe eight months old, I read a book...When Bub was maybe eight months old, I read a book that contained the word "poop" and he giggled. So I said it again: "poop." Giggle, giggle. There's no way he understood what the word meant unless there is some kind of male collective unconscious that creates a reflex response to words like poop and fart.Beahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15957626443087438904noreply@blogger.com