I love it when my kids climb in bed with me in the morning. Every day I have at least one (Zachary is  permanent fixture), some days it’s all four. And they all want to be the closest to me. So, just to create the visual for you, this morning I was laying there on my back, Judah on my left, Ethan on my right, and Zachary sound asleep on my chest. This is the conversation that ensued:

Judah:  Ethan, I want to tell you something.

Ethan:  Ok, what?

Judah:  Why did the pigs get in the car?

Ethan:  Why?

Judah:  To hide from their mom and dad.

Ethan:  I already knew that joke. How do you fit four elephants in a car?

Judah:  How?

Ethan:  Two in the front seat and two in the back seat. How do you fit two mouses in a car? (Mom’s note – it’s supposed to be hippopotamuses.)

Judah:  How?

Ethan:  The elephants need to get out first.

Judah:  I already knew that joke.

Ethan:  Well… it’s still a funny joke.


So, I’ve been meaning to post this for a week now, but I just haven’t found the time to sit down and share this story. It’s funny enough that I have to move past my perfectionist state of “do it right, or not at all” and just do it anyway. So here it is, a week late.

Last Saturday, Ethan turned 4 years old.

Here are a couple of pictures from his birthday:

Licking the cake batter from the mixing bowl.

Bulldozer Cake

Anyway, on the morning of his birthday, my parents called to wish him a happy birthday, and in the course of the conversation, Ethan announced to my mom that he was never going to poop again!

You might ask what prompted such a sudden, yet fervent expression of disdain for this particular bodily function. Believe it or not, I had the gall to tell him that when he turned four, he would become responsible for wiping himself.

Since this time, he has realized the impossibility of this goal, so he has amended it slightly. He now aims to fill the toilet as much as possible, in an attempt to get rid of all his poop, so he never has to poop again. Good luck with that, Ethan!