Our boys are at the age where bodily functions become seriously funny and hot topic of conversations. As a mom, I am at the point where I have had enough of the poop and butt talk. Ben feels the same way. So a couple months ago, we sat the boys down and had the "potty-talk is not appropriate" talk with them.
Yeah, that went really well. If anything the potty talk just got worse. I know, I know, kids will be kids, but it really bothers me to hear it so much. I started doing time out, by making the boys sit by themselves in their bed room anytime "poop", "butt" or "fart" passed those little lips. But it just fueled the fire.
I am sure it is just a phase. Right? They will grow out of it if I keep getting on their case about it... isn't that how it works?
And to make things worse, their little potty minds have been coming out in their artwork. A couple weeks ago I sat down at my computer and noticed Sam drew and taped up a cute little picture for me right next to the monitor. Well, when I looked a little closer, I realized it wasn't so cute. All the little men in the picture were either going pee-pee on something or pooping. I was horrified!
I tore it down, took it to Sam and tried to keep my cool as I explained to him why it was wrong in so many ways! Then I trashed it.
Finally, after I kept throwing his potty pics in the trash, a couple weeks ago he got the hint that I, in way what-so-ever liked that type of "art."
I thought we had moved on, until after church yesterday, he came up with this picture that he drew in primary (Sunday School):
Me: Samuel!!! How many times do I have to tell you not to draw pictures like this!! I can't believe you did it again!
Me: Why do you keep doing this?
Sam: But mommy....
Ben: Cat, it's not what you think.
Me: Hello! How can it not be! There are little men doing nasty things!
Ben: Why don't you just ask him what it is.
Me: Fine. Sam, what are these little men doing?
Sam: Well, that little man (he points to the one that looks like he is passing gas), is in a rocket chair. And he zoomed down and smashed that guy (the frowning one in red), THEN his rocket chair broke and now his pants are on fire! (He them pointed to the one I assumed was pooping.)
Okay, I admit, I totally jumped the gun on that one. And I apologized promptly with a hug and a kiss. But seriously, what was a mom to think? (And just in case you were wondering, I am still not sure what's up with the girl and the square kite... any ideas?)
PS: How do you deal with this phase if you are "lucky" to go through it?