She's a rapper, on the crapper.

Talking nonsensically is an Olympic event around here, with my 4 yr old and I vying for the top of that podium.

But this morning, as she has sat down for a quick poopoo before heading off to school, our little game reached a whole new level.

She saw me run by the bathroom in my underwear, and shouted "I see your stinky bunners!!"...ironic considering her current activity in the restroom.

Then we heard, "I think I need the air on".

My wife and I had a good giggle at this.

So I walked over to the bathroom to turn on the fan for her, and said with a smile "Miss C, you're weird-o-rama."

And she replied, without hesitation:

"You're Barack Obama."

I couldnt reply...mostly because I hit the floor laughing so hard...

And then she added:

"When I call you Barack Obama, you call me John McCain."

I crawled away to find my wife, who I could hear losing it in the next room, and I heard behind me:

"Hey...I still need the John McCain air on."

She doesn't have a firm grasp of the issues, but I love that she is in the game.

We rarely flush the toilet around here.

I think it's time. Time we got it aaalllllll out there. And I will start.

We live in a nice home. Privileged by some standards, ghetto by others, but it's home. The thing is, no matter where you are in the house, the design is such that you can hear a pin drop just about anywhere. My kids are growing up with air purifiers and humidifiers in their rooms not in an effort to saturate and filtrate the joint, but to create white noise to cover other noises in the house and preserve our rest. And other activities. I digress.

Well, when my son was born, we began taking steps to keep him asleep that included ceasing any activity in the house that might ruse him. And that included, you guessed it...

"Don't flush when you're done...wait till he wakes up."

Without getting into too much detail, I will say that habit begets habit, and now we have a problem. We are relatively clean people, you see, but we are scared to death of random visits by friends and strangers alike.

For if you are to ring our bell one sunny day, and then listen for movement within our home, you may hear frantic footsteps followed by a couple of toilets purging themselves of their contents. Please hang on, we'll be right there.



Will you join in? It's time we got all this out on the table, and empathized with each other. Please share a blogger mommy/daddy home oddity, and help us feel part of normalcy again...we are not here to judge, simply to support.

By the way, I have my first contest coming this week. and it's gonna be a doozy. Keep your eyes peeled...and in the meantime, head over to Kristina's blog, she has a contest going right now...ends soon...HURRY.