Did I really say that?

A couple of conversations recently spurred me to write about the things that sometimes come out of my mouth. Last week, walking home from school with Ashley, Caitlin, my friend and her daughters, my friend mentioned that her youngest daughter had been going through another stage of "toilet speak" (as I sometimes call it). It brought back memories of Ashley and Caitlin and how they go in and out of stages like this too. It's amazing how this fascinates them and the resultant comments when I find myself getting involved in their conversations.

Then on the phone with another friend recently, I overheard her say to her 3 year old daughter, “Please don’t play the piano with your elbows.” It just made me laugh and again I thought about some of the odd things I hear myself saying too:

 “Please keep your finger out of my nose.”

“It’s my face and I’ll do what I want with it.”

“Wow, yes, your poo does look like a pinecone.”

"Your poo looks like an ice-cream???" (And sure enough, it did!)

“I see, yes, you have had a daddy, a mammy and a baby poo.”

“Oh yes, this time you’ve had a mammy, daddy, Ashley and a Caitlin poo.” (You can tell you have a connected family when they start to see family unity in their excrement!)

“Ashley, please don’t bite Caitlin’s bum again.”

“No thank you, I don’t want to smell your bum.”

“And no, thank you, I don’t want you to smell my bum either.”