We are not a "PC" family

We just aren't. And that makes for some funny stories. Keep it in mind as you read.

1) A couple of weeks ago we were all sitting around the dinner table. We were talking about how Wesley used to say "he's a girl," and how Steve used to have him say it all the time. Pronouns are tough for little kids and Brock & Lynz are no exception. So during this conversation I asked Lynzy if she was a boy or a girl. She said she was a girl. She then told Steve, Brock & Wesley that they were all boys and I was a girl. Then she took it a step farther and said (as she pointed to each of them - Steve, Brock & Wes) "Him has a penis, him has a penis, and him has a penis." We busted out laughing and I asked her "Do you have a penis?" She responded, "no, I have a gina." (pronounced the same as vagina without the va.) Which made us all laugh again because Wesley used to call it a gina when he was little. It's now the word we use for girl privates.

2) Lynzy and I are a little outnumbered. Only by one when Wes is around but believe me when I say, it changes the dynamic around here. And the topic of conversations and what makes kids laugh changes with the amount of testosterone in the house. So you can imagine that passing gas is absolutely hysterical here. Lynzy now thinks so too and has been able to pass gas on her own command. And then calls it "Burping out my butt." Which quite frankly is funny to me. She also recently showed her new skills at our local Michael's store. She and Brock were along the back aisle and proceeded to "burp out her butt" at each aisle break and laugh hysterically. She had me and Brock giggling all through the store. (and I don't even like bathroom humor.) I was afraid she might have an accident but she somehow controlled it. I think I have lost my little girl. She might be a tomboy yet.