Butt MoooOOOOoooom

Potty humor is so great. I think I've never heard the word butt more than I have the last couple days, except for the last time it was the buzz word in our house, which was, what, a month or two ago? Did it stop being the buzz word since Alex learned it? I guess not. I mean, guess what? Chicken butt. *sigh*

Alex decided to display her distinctly Daddy-like social charms yesterday by making it National Call Everyone *insert name here* Poop Day. And then just randomly saying butt while up in their face. Charming, my little angel, just charming. I'm so glad you don't know how to expel gasses at will, or our past and future play dates would be even more awkward for Mommy.

I actually struggled with letting her do her rude little thing yesterday, because of course, my mommy instinct is to help her out with her problems, even the ones she doesn't see she has. Because, of course, she didn't seem to care that everyone was a bit put off by her language and behavior - at least from my point of view. I realized after a few "Alex, be nice!"s that she should probably do this social thing on her own. After all, I'm her mom, not her handler, and I've done what I can do. I can only assume that someday soon, in school I guess, she'll find a few social graces that no one knew she had and her friends will forgive her for all the butts.

In vaguely related news, I also realized yesterday that Gabey is truly the pesky little brother and needs to be removed from play dates at the expense of his (and my) sanity so Alex and her friends can play uninterrupted. We had to flee to the basement yesterday, leaving big sister and a friend all by themselves in Alex's room, presumably to talk about butts. More for the friend than for Alex, but still, it was his first taste of true isolation from the fun, and he did pretty well. I, on the other hand, worried about upstairs goings-on while simultaneously trying to pry crayons out of Gabey's gaping maw, so it was less than relaxing for me. Somehow, everyone ended the play date alive and happy, if with multicolored teeth for at least one person, and I've realized that it's going to be heavenly around here when both kids are old enough to play alone with a friend. And not eat crayons. Or markers.