Confession Time

I do not know how it happens, I really don't. I don't consider myself ill-humored or crude. I do giggle every now and then at potty humor or when I see that it tickles somebody else, but hey, I was number 4 of 5 kids, with three being brothers.

But it seems to be just part of my children's everyday talk. They don't eschew excrement. They don't balk at boogers. They don't flee from flatulence. They are dirty creatures, my children!

And where does this type of talk come out the most? Yes, you guessed it! The dinner table. I have yet to understand how eating food catapults us into a confessional monologue describing all the places they have put their boogers because, "well, mommy, I just didn't know any better."

I try and steer the conversation to a more appropriate subject, but my efforts are futile and my children trump any direction to a suitable conversation piece.

So, I give in. I just sit there enjoying my dinner and listen as my children "one up" each other on where they have placed boogers and where they used to hide and pick their nose so as not be caught by momma.

Please tell me this normal....