PG-13
I mentioned awhile ago that Henry had made up his own PG-13 joke. He's still telling it and it hasn't gotten any less funny.
About two months ago, Henry was in the bath and was carrying on loudly about anything and everything, per usual. Then, apropos of nothing, he looked down and whispered one word. Then he resumed general loudness.
LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD penis LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD
Karl and I of course burst out laughing, Henry somehow immediately knew what it was that we found so funny, and his dirty joke was born. Now he randomly whispers penis in the middle of normal conversations when we're least expecting it, and he smirks because he knows he's being funny. I have no doubt that we'll regret encouraging this when it happens in public someday, but it cracks me up every time.
In other toilet-talk news, Henry randomly pooped on the potty tonight. Often when he poops he squints his eyes and strains and says, "NOT POOPING." Today he squinted and strained and said "NOT POOPING," and he happened to be naked and the potty was right nearby, so I picked him up and set him on the toilet. We heard the kerplink kerplank kerplunk (name that children's book) and all sort of stood blinking at one another for a minute, a bit stunned that it actually happened. And then we threw a tiny party and Henry got to eat a fistful of Skittles. And now he's all proud of himself and psyched about Skittles. So, uh, I guess we'll potty train him this weekend? Not how we were planning to go about the training process, but that's as good of a start as any.
About two months ago, Henry was in the bath and was carrying on loudly about anything and everything, per usual. Then, apropos of nothing, he looked down and whispered one word. Then he resumed general loudness.
LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD penis LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD
Karl and I of course burst out laughing, Henry somehow immediately knew what it was that we found so funny, and his dirty joke was born. Now he randomly whispers penis in the middle of normal conversations when we're least expecting it, and he smirks because he knows he's being funny. I have no doubt that we'll regret encouraging this when it happens in public someday, but it cracks me up every time.
In other toilet-talk news, Henry randomly pooped on the potty tonight. Often when he poops he squints his eyes and strains and says, "NOT POOPING." Today he squinted and strained and said "NOT POOPING," and he happened to be naked and the potty was right nearby, so I picked him up and set him on the toilet. We heard the kerplink kerplank kerplunk (name that children's book) and all sort of stood blinking at one another for a minute, a bit stunned that it actually happened. And then we threw a tiny party and Henry got to eat a fistful of Skittles. And now he's all proud of himself and psyched about Skittles. So, uh, I guess we'll potty train him this weekend? Not how we were planning to go about the training process, but that's as good of a start as any.
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