Word of the Day.

Why do I take my kids out of the house?

So I can have stories like this...

Today I take Zach to his basketball camp and made the other two head with me to Nordstrom.  Nordstrom is having their semi-annual sale and we had back to school items to purchase!  (apparently I donated Colin's tennis shoes that actually fit and kept the ones that don't...that is the real reason we had to go).  So on the way there Colin mentions that he sees something out the window "humping."  I give the token "COLIN!" and continue on our way thinking that will be the end of that.

After shopping for kids shoes and kids clothes, we head to the women's department where I had to get a couple of pairs of jeans altered.  As I have the two of them in the dressing room while I stand with the seamstress, I hear my two children laughing and singing "your humping, I'm humping..." I was mortified and could only hiss "Knock it off.  I don't want to hear that word again." Then leave the dressing room with a face of red and a head hung low.

At the end of the evening, they were singing again.  Todd overhears me go overboard with "I don't ever want to hear you use that word again, do you understand me?  Do you even know what that word means?"  I then receive the deer in the headlights look as two little voices say "no."

Molly asks me as she brushes her teeth.  "What does humping mean, Mommy?"  And what do you say to a five year old?  Where is the manual on what to say in the instance your brother teaches you an inappropriate word for which you can't even begin to understand the meaning?

I had to sit down with Colin and explain to him what it means.  Because we have had the "talk," I was able to completely mortify him by cluing him in on the definition of the word.  Then I asked him where he heard such a word.  You could see him search his brain for the answer that would be least questioned and result in no consequences.  He picked the friend that he knows I already think says inappropriate things. I am pretty sure that isn't the case he was the one to say the word (Colin hasn't seen him in weeks).  I am pretty sure he has been watching one of those shows on TV that I don't allow him to watch.  Either way, I know he won't be using that word around me again anytime soon.

And he now has one of his "remember the time I said a bad word in front of mom" stories to tell when he gets older.  I just hope that as the years pass, the reaction gets crazier and the story gets better.