Well, guys, you were going to get a blog post about something adult-y today, and then my five-year-old went and brought THIS home from school …
Actually, no, there are words: Mortified! Horrified! All of the -ifieds!
(More words: Why is there a smirking snowman outside??? Why is the dude wearing boxing gloves? Why is the pee brown? He insists that what looks like a penis is actually a bum and that’s poop coming out of it, but … come on, now. Bums aren’t shaped, er, that way. Nor do they function, er, like that. Let’s stop dissecting it.)
(The toilet seat is up and everything! LOL!)
We have had a lot of discussions lately about how “potty language” is not appropriate around adults of any kind — me, Daddy, teachers, other kids’ parents, etc. — because both of the kids find it hilarious.
Apparently, we should have expanded that talk to include POTTY DRAWINGS OMGGGGG.
(On the back of the page, however, was a perfectly innocent drawing of my sister’s cat in her apartment building. So there is hope for the future generation and stuff.)
Seriously, bud, nice cat drawing.
NO MORE DRAWINGS OF BATHROOMS AND STUFF THAT GOES ON IN BATHROOMS PLEEEEEEEEEASE.