In which we account for body parts

If any of you know me in real life (IRL) you may have passed me in the car rider line in the mornings. Chances are I did not notice you, did not wave and most likely had a funny look on my face. Why, you may ask? Well, you see, the morning car ride to drop Levi off at school seems to be the perfect time for interesting discussions. Ahem, by interesting, I mean bizarre, random and frequently embarrassing.

Morning car ride discussions have revolved around Jesus, dead rabbits, bodily function noises, the Chik-Fil-A cow and many other things. It is amazing to me that three small boys can hold intense, in depth discussions about absolute garbage. Heck, they can argue a point that is so completely pointless that black holes are pointier!

Yesterday morning the discussion rose to a new level. Somehow the topic became 'who could shower with whom' in our family. Could Daddy shower with Levi? yes. Could Mommy? No. Could Seth shower with Ahren? Yes. Could mommy? No. I bet you see where this is going. I did too but was helpless to divert the discussion. The inevitable question of WHY came up. This is where Levi decided to impart his 7 year old wisdom upon his little brothers. Here is how that went........

Daddy has a toot (his word he named his personal boy parts many years ago) and I have a toot, but mommy doesn't have a toot. People who have a toot are boys and you can see each others because you already have one so it's no big deal to see them. Mommy doesn't have one so she gets to shower by herself. I think toots scare her.

So there you have it, straight from the horse's mouth. I get to shower alone. Yay me!