Butthole…

Mama needs to watch her mouth…I am NOT a fan of swearing in front of kids…but little did I know that “Butthole” would come back to bite me in the hole!  On a particular morning, after a particular late night out…Daddy Jim was a little on the grumpy side, even though he was saying it was me (but I had come home 3 hours prior to him and had MUCH more sleep and far FEWER drinks than he)!  I was trying to cheer him up and tell him that I wasn’t grumpy…I just wanted to go to bed the night before…that he should be happy that I said, “Stay out and have fun!  I am wiped out and going to bed!”…In pops Zachary, chatting with us on a particular sunny Sunday morning and chimes, “Dada wants to be a butthole!”  …well, he said it…not me!!!  And while “Butthole” has been removed from my vocabulary (around Zachary)…it has not been removed from our house…shows his face in each of us every so often!