10.01.2012

Poop.

There's a new sheriff in town, and this sheriff, is the word poop. Yup, that's right folks. Theo thee is now numero uno fan of the word poop. Which is gross. Not to mention socially unacceptable.

I'm sure it doesn't help that when he throws it into random word parings, and I don't expect its arrival, I burst into hysterical laughter. As I mentioned before I have the sense of humor of a 10 year old boy. Two year olds just looooove making everyone laugh, which pretty much ensures that they will repeat the "funny" behavior until the end of eternity.

Let me set the scene,

We were at LaRosa's getting a bite to eat after festival hopping when we were talking and laughing discussing the day's events. Since it was a saturday evening, they had music blairing (mostly 80s) and for some reason Theo had this uncanny ability to pick up almost every song's chorus after hearing it only one time. When our food arrived I was face deep in my calzone when all of a sudden Theo stands up on  his booth seat  and sings very loudly (with the music even though it was the first time hearing this song) "We built this city on Rock and rooolllll...POOP!"

Needless to say I burst into a loud, calzone explosion, half- snort, half- 10 year old girl giggle. I. COULD.NOT.STOP. Way to go mom of the year, awesome job encouraging bad behavior.To make matters worse, as everyone in the vicinity looked in horror,  I just laughed harder. Because honestly after a week of constantly repeating "NO"..."STOP"..."DON'T DO THAT", I just wanted to let my parent cap fall to the floor and eat my calzone. Besides,  if it really got too bad I'd just let the hubster step in (which he didn't have to) and stop the crazy.  So that's what I did. I watched it all happen around me like a dinner show, and you know what? We all survived. Unscathed. It wasen't the end of the world. Sure, the word poop is gross, and you could hear the gasps from the families around us, but it could've been worse. Wayyyy worse.

Social graces may be missing, but his comedic timing is impeccable. Way to make mama proud buddy.

and just in case you were wondering, my calzone was delicious.

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