Do You Have An Ass?

Weekend was great. I have neglected this blog frightfully. I think the four people who read it somewhat irregularly will become peeved if I don't start updating it again. So for you, the few who read this, please accept my apology and pretend I have interesting things to say.

Next weekend is my birthday weekend. It's not my birthday, just my birthday weekend. It's closer to R's birthday than my birthday, but my MIL is giving us an AB-free weekend as my gift. Sweet. Holy. Hallelujah. I am lining up the pedicures, haircuts, and shopping already.

Coming back from the farm Sunday the following was heard in our car:

Daddy: Something funny about his ass.
AB: Daddy, do you have an aaaassss?
Daddy: Yes honey, that word means bottom.
AB: (Trying it out) You have an aaaassssss.
Daddy: (Desperate to undo the damage he has done) Yes, it means bottom. I have a bottom. You have a bottom.
AB: AAAAASSSSSSSSSS!
Mommy: (Muffled desperate laughter, turning red)
Daddy: Yes, honey. Why don't you say, "bottom?"
AB: Aaaassss.

She let it go shortly thereafter. I know that will come back to bite us...

On the bottom.