Never A Dull Moment

Things are going well. We are preparing for another open house this weekend and I pray that something gives. It's been one month and no one has wanted to see my pretty house. Dave tells me not to take it personally, but I love my house! Why doesn't anyone else!?! The housing market in MI is the pits. My neighbor tried to encourage me by saying "We had to drop the price of our home $30,000 in order for it to finally sell after 6 months on the market. You've only been waiting one month!" Wow. That did not do much for me.

We went out to dinner last night and had a truly funny/embarassing moment. Food was taking longer than usual to come out. We typically eat Mexican where our meals are out in about five minutes. Chips and salsa can hold us over during that time. We were now getting close to 10 minutes and the kids were getting squirreley. So we decided to play a game.

Knock Knock jokes are it right now in our home. Of course when you say "who's there?" you get some crazy/inappropriate response like "tooty bum, tooty head, etc.". My oldest, realizing that we were in public, decided to lay the ground rules for the game. He stood up on the booth seat and raised his hands.

Oh no. This is not going to be good. Before I could swallow my cheese sauce, he announced to the restaurant -

"YOU CAN'T SAY BUTT HOLE, BUTT CRACK, FART, OR DIARRHEA BECAUSE THOSE ARE BAD WORDS, RIGHT MOMMY?" There was a huge, proud smile on his face.

I kid you not when I say the whole restaurant was looking at us. Please. Someone at least laugh, chuckle, or please! Give me an understanding half smile? No. Nothing. My hubby covered his mouth to hide his smile and I put my head down on the table to avoid the stares and, more importantly, to hide my smile as well.

He was just trying to play by the rules. It's just to bad this is the only time he remembers them!