Who knows what they latch onto

I don't often write things about family life, or having kids -- and there a few reason for that; partly the desire to keep separate my blog life from my real life (though, who am I kidding, they're one and the same), and partly the fact that our life, in the day to day living, is very common and dull. We wake up, barely make it out the door for school, work and do school stuff things all morning and afternoon, come back for dinner, homework, get ready for bed and sleep. See? Boring. Sometimes funny things happen in between "life"; but in nearly the instant they happen, something else happens that totally obliterates that humor (usually with some fist-a-cuffs and potty talk, followed by crying, screaming, tongues sticking out and a few doors slamming -- oh yeah, its a treat). Many of you either don't have kids, or have very young kids and haven't quite reached this stage of "independence"; which is the equivalent of putting a leash on a bird. Somehow your kids become these mounds of person completely unlike you'd ever think. Their own humor. Their own likes, tastes, desires ... and in this house (one of the more important attributes); humor. I don't understand our kids humor -- and by "don't understand" I mean "get tired of", and by "humor" I mean "obsessive potty talk". We stupidly thought -- hey, if we forbid it, they'll just be all the more preoccupied with it, and if we let them indulge (at home), they're bound to tire of it. Except, not. DO NOT DO WHAT WE HAVE DONE. FLEE THAT INSTINCT WITH ALL DUE HASTE. Our kids have latched onto, not only the potty side, but the abstruse side of humor. As such and the like:

• Me == Mr. Potipher, Captain Gazpatcho or Toothead Daddy (again, no clue -- except for that last part. What? I'm a guy)
• Sonya == Poopy Mommy (depending on tone, its either ignored, or a quick march to their room; we won't delve into why; let's just say it involves the "lactose intolerance")
• Grandmother == Muffinhair Grandmommy
• Aunt Jean = Aunt Leafy (no clue)
• Sirius == Sirius Smelly Butt (somewhat self-explanitory)
• Fart, Burp or any bodily potty-type humorous noise == Ms. Nancy _____ (again, no idea)

You just never know how your kids are going to turn out.