Bathroom Talk

During church on Sunday, Mary Varner told me that she had to go to the potty. This is not unusual especially right when the sermon starts...anyway, I took her to the restroom. After finishing her business (#2), she announced to me that she was going to go tell daddy that she went poo poo in the potty. I told her that she was not going to tell him in church, but that she could tell him when we got out of church. She agreed, and we proceeded back into church. Well, as soon as we got to our seat she looked at Jim and in this VERY loud whisper she said, "Daddy, I goed a poo poo!" We heard a few giggles from behind, and after church many of the people sitting around us came up and picked on us about it:)

The conversation at the dinner table tonight went like this:

Jim directed at me: "Oh, I am tired. Let's get to bed early tonight."
Before I could answer...
Mary Varner says: "Why are you tired, because mama is tooty tooting too much at night?"(Do not know where this came from)
Jim (trying not to laugh): "Mary Varner, that is bathroom talk, we do not talk like that at the table!"
Mary Varner (with a half smile): "I am sorry daddy, but it is funny!" and starts laughing!!!

I was biting my tongue so hard not to start dying out laughing, and even acted like I was throwing something away to hide so she could not see me laughing. I thought that this was only things that you had to deal with when you had little boys...I guess I was wrong!!