Because Charlotte was up last night for over 2 hours (please let it just be a tooth coming in and not a protest over our well-received Ferberizing…), I need a good laugh today. And because of my little boy Riley, laughs are plentiful in our house.
It’s no secret that I love a good fart joke as much as the next gal. More, actually. And there have been many times over the last 3+ years that I’ve thought, “That’s my kid!” about Riley. None more so than recently, when his love for all things potty humor has completely exploded. No pun intended. Well maybe it was intended. HAHA!
It all started several weeks ago when one morning, as I always do, I asked what he dreamed about the night before.
“I dreamed that a pig was biting my butt,” he replied.
“Um, what?” I asked.
“A pig was biting my butt,” he said and then collapsed into a fit of giggles.
Since then, every morning, it’s been the same. He ALWAYS dreams about a pig biting his butt. Sometimes the pig bites his butt and drags him into the mud, too. For good measure, apparently.
Then the butt/poop/fart jokes became more frequent.
“Riley, what would you like for dinner?” I asked.
“Not poop stew!” he said. Well, no problem. We’re all out of potatoes so I couldn’t make poop stew even if I wanted to!
Throughout the day he sprinkles in toilet humor here or there. He’ll fart, say excuse me and then giggle uncontrollably. I don’t blame him. Some of them are really good!
I’ll ask a random question and he’ll answer randomly with “my butt.”
He once started a joke with, “Why does Mommy have smelly underwear?” I don’t remember the punchline because I was too horrified at how the joke was starting. Where does he get this stuff?
He also tells us to look at his butt. Especially when he’s been sitting in his baby sister’s Bumbo chair and tries to get up with it stuck onto his nearly 4-year old butt:
So yes, this kid is all boy. And he’s all mine!