More Cookies and Various Shades of Red

Hope you aren't tired of cookie bouquets. My niece Cori delivered a healthy baby girl yesterday. Yep, you guessed it, she has become my newest cookie bouquet victim!

Various shades of red you ask? I had forgotten about how the four year old mind works, that is until this week! When Brock was in preschool he would tell various stories, some true and some very highly fabricated! Sometimes he would even tell true stories that, well, quite frankly were not the business of anyone outside our home. You know, tales of bodily functions we don't care to discuss with strangers and acquaintances, snippets from private conversations between mom and dad about other people....etc. (If you have kids around this age you know what I mean.) Now that Brock is older and has had the reoccurring lecture entitled Don't Tell Everyone About Our Business, he seems to have gotten the picture. Well, it seems another student is in need of said repeated lecturing and social etiquette lessons.

Tyson so far this week had managed to make all of the blood in my upper body rush straight to my face. On Wednesday my mom had to pick him up from school because I was having lunch with Brock. As my mom was about to escort Ty to the car, the teacher stopped her. This isn't unusual; sometimes she likes to talk about what the kids have done or said each day. Mrs. W tells my mom that Tyson told her he neaked (sneaked) into bed with his brother in the middle of the night. No, big deal he has been doing that lately. (We wake up in the morning and find him sleeping with Brock.) So while the teacher is telling my mom about this, Tyson chimes in to elaborate. He says to the teacher and my mom in the door way of his classroom half way into the very public hallway, "yeah and after I neaked in with Brock my Daddy went pee pee and then after that my mommy went potty out of her butt." Which never happened, I mean yes I have done it before- but not that time. I realize everyone poops but is it necessary to bring it to every one's attention? (Not that blogging about it doesn't.)

So today Ty and I went to our church for a luncheon in honor of our Youth Pastors who are leaving to start their own church. Everything was going great until Tyson suddenly says loudly, "Mom, I have to go poopie! Oh, wait... I just farted. Mom, Mom, I farted, I farted Mom." We were sitting the next table over from the Senior Pastor. I was so embarrassed. I just wanted to get up and run. Out of the mouth of babes? I would like to tape the mouth of the babe!