My City Girl

We were at the beach today.  Molly and I were walking, picking up shells and beach glass.  She looked at me and said "Oh Mommy, this pavement is soooo soft!  It feel like our carpet!"  I'm not sure which is funnier, that she referred to sand as pavement or that she thinks our FLOR tiles and/or seagrass is plush.  Poor thing.

Bathroom Humor

With a 4 1/2 yr old and a 2 1/2 yr old in the house we have lots of potty humor.  We try to stop it but as we have already shown, we have very little control in this house.

Molly is channeling Rodney Dangerfield.  Whenever we are in the car and I say we need to get gas, I hear Molly pipe up "Do you mean pass gas?" and she cackles wildly.  She just needs a drumroll to follow her act.

Henry recently informed us after passing gas that his "poop alarm" had just gone off.

We recently had to purchase something called the Piddle Pad for Molly's carseat.  She is potty trained but when she falls into a deep sleep in the car she sometimes has an accident.  I think Henry misunderstands the concept because he suggested that if he, Adam or I need to use the bathroom on a car trip we can just pee in Molly's carseat.

Not entirely funny, but we were talking about putting our apartment on the market recently and wondered if we could include the Elmo potty as a second bathroom on the listing.