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Last night, N was dancing around the kitchen singing the Gummi Bear song (warning: do not click that link unless you really, really want to hear a singing electronic gummi bear). But, being a little punchy, and a whole lot 7, she began replacing a lot of the words with "poop" and "pee". You know the drill: oh I'm a poopoo bear, yes I'm a peepee bear, and so on with pee and toilets and poo and all manner of germy unpleasantness.
For some reason, though, yesterday the sheer glee of her wiggly butt dance was making me laugh. Since poop jokes THRIVE on encouragement, I put on my most extremely serious face and said, "Natalie. I'm quite sure that those aren't the real lyrics. Perhaps you should check them."
Then, with her most wide-eyed innocent look, she replied, "Oh, no, mom. They really are. You accidentally downloaded the version that says, in parentheses at the end, "(bathroom words and explicit content)". I meant to tell you that." And promptly turned and wiggled her butt and kept up her poo-infested lyrics.
Also, she makes air parentheses. Do I do this? Did she get it from me? Because she's pretty much exactly my kid.
For some reason, though, yesterday the sheer glee of her wiggly butt dance was making me laugh. Since poop jokes THRIVE on encouragement, I put on my most extremely serious face and said, "Natalie. I'm quite sure that those aren't the real lyrics. Perhaps you should check them."
Then, with her most wide-eyed innocent look, she replied, "Oh, no, mom. They really are. You accidentally downloaded the version that says, in parentheses at the end, "(bathroom words and explicit content)". I meant to tell you that." And promptly turned and wiggled her butt and kept up her poo-infested lyrics.
Also, she makes air parentheses. Do I do this? Did she get it from me? Because she's pretty much exactly my kid.