such classy kids...

I've been considering renaming my blog to "Classy Kids" - here is why:

Today, I was proudly displaying my 18-month old to my brother's family via Skype.  They don't have high speed Internet at home, and were visiting another of my brothers.  This was their first real interaction with the youngest.  She was being so cute and sweet, playing peekaboo, giggling, waving and blowing kisses.  Then she stuck her dainty little finger up her nose, produced a LARGE booger, and attempted to wipe it on the keyboard of my laptop.

But this isn't the only episode. 

One evening, earlier this week, I sent the 6 year old and the 4 year old to change into pajamas before bed.  I was in the living room, and I could hear their very un-quiet voices from their rooms down the hall.  I heard the boy "whisper" to the girl, "Hey!  I just farted! (hehehehe)."  Without even trying to whisper, the girl responded, "I just farted too!" (more giggles from both).  Then the boy had an astounding idea.  "I have a gweat idea!  Let's have a FART SHOW!!"

Here is the strange dynamic in our house.  This sort of thing is right along the lines of the crass humor that surrounded me growing up with 4 older brothers and no sisters.  I think it's hilarious.  The man was brought up in a much more classy environment.  I guess it embarrasses him.  The adult in me wants to rise to his level, but the kid in me is still laughing about the idea of a fart show.