We are on spring break here this week, so things are a bit slow. I'm loving it. If this is a preview of summer, I can't wait. Oh sure, the boys fuss and fight over shiny "gold" Legos and the ridiculous Chima instructions (Chima - really? Who thinks of this stuff?), but mostly they are at a magical age that is a lot of fun.
They cackled. They loved it.
I went all out, "Snot-eyes blood monster! Ear wax head! Puke chicken!"
Oh.my.word. The hysteria was, well, hysterical. As we pulled into the parking lot, I said, "Okay, we all get three more, then that's it. The end of Gross Talk. I don't want to hear any more gross talk until I say it's okay for us to do Gross Talk again. If you say gross words when it's not Gross Talk time, we won't ever do this again."
My husband still can't believe what comes out of my mouth, but I tell you, joining in, and putting boundaries around it, works. If they forget, and start saying disgusting things, I'll remind them, "It's not Gross Talk time . . . " Then they'll ask for it, and if we are some place appropriate (i.e. private) we'll all let loose. If not, then they have to wait - but the wait is worth it. Often, the boys will ask me to cuddle with them at the end of the night, "Can we do Gross Talk now, Mommy?"
"Of course, my disgusting goober ball worm head."
Their laughter is a great way to end the night.
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