The downside of using the proper terminology

Brian had this huge desire to make fried chicken on Sunday night. So we made it a family affair with my parents, Josh, Abby and Elliette coming over. I made bread, mashed potatoes and a family corn side dish favorite and Brian whipped up some delicious fried chicken.

The kids also loved it. It's so funny, I think, that as a child most kids love the chicken legs. I remember just adoring KFC fried chicken legs (a thought which now kind of makes me gag). But then something happens as adults, and we mostly move on to preferring white meat. Some strange maturing thing I guess. Anyway, I digress. Point is, the older boys love the legs.

We had plenty of leftovers, so I was warming that up for dinner for them last night. Here's how it went:

MOLLY: I have legs and wings, what do you guys want?

NOAH: I want a leg. No, I want two legs!

CALEB: Me too, I want a leg and a wing and a bra.

MOLLY: [Quizzical look] Did you just say you wanted a bra?

CALEB: Yes. You know, a bra. [Guesturing to his chest and making a triangle shape.]

I thought about this for a minute and then realized what he was saying.

MOLLY: You mean a breast?

CALEB: [who is already in fits of giggles...] Ohhh, yeaaaahh, a breast.

NOAH: [dying of laughter. simply dying.] HE SAID HE WANTS TO EAT A BRA!!!

Evidently, when you are a nursing mother, all of those things are the same to little boys. And so it must apply to chickens as well. So there is your funny image for the day. Picture a chicken running around with a little chicken bra on. I know it makes me smile.

Life is good.

No major stories to report. Caleb lost his top tooth...it has literally been loose for 9 months. Major celebrations have ensued. The tooth fairy is rumored to be bringing $2 in gold dollars tonight (and yes, it was late and Caleb was tired). Eli moved into a big boy bathtub. All is well. We are happy. And smiling. And, as always, laughing.

One of "those" conversations

Caleb & Noah Wait, originally uploaded by muzzfuzz.

Photo courtesy of my brother...from Thanksgiving.

Noah’s teacher recently lost her mother. So, in her absence, they had been working with the class to prepare them a bit for her return. They talked about death and dying, read books and gave the class the chance to share. So in that spirit of sharing here is the car conversation that ensued… NOAH: We talked about death but I didn’t get to share my story. MOLLY: What story was that Noah?

NOAH: About Caleb's fish dying last weekend.

MOLLY: Why not Noah? NOAH: Well one kid talked about when his grandma died and then another girl talked about when her baby brother died.

[So yes, good call substitute teacher about not moving into fish death after those two stories...] MOLLY: Oh, that is so sad. NOAH: Yes, she didn’t even get to meet him. It happened this fall. The umbilical cord broke, so the baby died and she didn’t get to meet him. [I promise this does get to be a better, happier story than it is now.] MOLLY: I am so sorry to hear that Noah. NOAH: Yeah, so because the cord broke, the baby couldn’t be born. CALEB: So when the cord breaks, how does the baby get out? Well, I guess how does the baby get out no matter what? [NOOOO NOOO NOOOO! I am not ready for this conversation….NOOOOOO!] But I got my act together and decided to just go for it. And I was going to do it the way we had always said we would. No cute words or magical explanations. No fairy dust or storks. [Deeeeep breath….] MOLLY: Well, the baby comes out of the mom’s vagina. CALEB: [Without missing a beat] THAT IS GROOOOOSSSS! NOAH: [Also without missing a beat.] YEAHHHH! [pauses] NOAH: Where is the vagina? MOLLY: Well, it’s down by the butt on a girl. NOAH: Oh yeaaaah, GROOOOSSSSS! MOLLY: And sometimes, if the baby is having trouble getting out, they might do a surgery and then the baby comes out through an incision in the mom’s stomach. CALEB: Ahhhh, so that is when it hurts, right? When you have to have surgery? MOLLY: Well, if it’s a surgery, you get medicine, so you really don’t feel anything. It’s when you don’t have the surgery is when it really hurts. CALEB: Why? MOLLY: Well, things about how small everything is down there and then think about how big a baby is in comparison. BOTH: Ooooohhhhh. Yeaaaaah. CALEB: I am sure glad I am not a girl. NOAH: Yeah, me too! And all I can say is that I hope Brian is driving the car and I am off getting a pedicure or something like that when they as part two…How do babies get in?