Tonight's Dinner Conversation

And, once again...more potty talk...


"Ooo, I need to go poop.", Sam, attempting to excuse himself from the table.

I didn't understand him with a mouth full of food, and asked him what he'd said.

leaving the table, running to the bathroom..."I need to go poop...it's knocking on my bottom!"


Seriously, where in the world does he come up with these things?  I guess I should be grateful that he excused himself and we didn't have any big trucks with air brakes at the table!