This summer, the boys are doing the summer reading program from our local library. They have been devouring books at a rapid pace, mostly due to the fact that the grown-ups in their lives are ones who are doing the actual reading.
I am continually amazed at how fast they "memorize" their favorites. One such favorite, In a Dark, Dark Wood, has become part of the family lexicon where we make up stories to fit the pattern based on where we are at the time. The story goes like this: "In a dark, dark wood, there was a dark, dark house. And in that dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark room." Etc., etc. You get the idea. As do the boys.
This morning, I was treated to a lovely original version by N:
"In a dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark pumpkin.
And that dark, dark pumpkin was in a dark, dark room.
And that dark, dark pumpkin was going POOPA!"
One thing I've learned as the only girl in the house: potty-humor is king.