I know I've said fart in the last two posts, and sworn. My apologies, kind of, but you see, it's simply not my fault. My boy's favorite word right now is poopie. So it's on my mind a lot.
For instance, the other day the yellow-haired child wanted to watch Ella Enchanted, much to Will's dismay. I sternly told him it was Avery's turn to pick a movie and he muttered with disgust, "Ella Poopie."
You see, it's like that, and it can't be helped.