In our household we have more than a few names for the gluteus maximus. Mommy and I fondly use words like “glutes” or “bottom” or even “booty” to describe the little butts running around. Of course, our new talkers have taken to using these words whenever the mood strikes.
Now, I want to go on record that I did not introduce the word “booty” to our kids. No, that would be their Mommy. Of course, I did my best to reinforce this word (“Wash the booty! Clean the boooooty! Little Boooooties! Where’s Djibouti? Not in your booty!”) but I did NOT introduce the word. I just want to make that clear.
So, tonight while Mommy changed Swee’Pea in their bedroom, I read a story to the Monk down the hallway in our loft. While saying Goodnight to Gorilla and finding the banana in each page, we hear a little voice echo down the hall as she is getting her diaper changed…
“Ya Booty! Ya Booty! Ya Booty!”
Um, we might want to teach her a more suitable word or I imagine we’ll be getting a call from her kindergarten teacher.
Of course, I’ll just blame her mother.
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