So, things get interesting having two little boys.
This evening, my 5 year old, Chaz, runs through the house yelling to me, "I'm the Incredible Hulk!!!"
Next, my 4 year old, Sully, runs through the house shouting, "And I'm Poop Man!!!"
Wait... What?
Poop Man?
Poop Man?
"Yah!" he says. "I chase Incredible Hulk and throw poop on him and cover him in my poop!"
In one breath, I think it's fuckin' hilarious. I love toilet humor.
Then again, I'm frightened at where my mind wanders from there.
Who's to say I don't go upstairs to check on them, only to see them flinging shit at each other like a couple of monkeys?
"Poop Man!"
Riiiiiight....
P.S.
Yah. They always run through the house like a couple of ninnies on coke. But that's a tale for another day.
