I was talking to my wife about Halloween candy and said “What about pumpkin poop?”
My wife looks at me with a quizzical look. “What is pumpkin poop?”
“You know the cheese puffs balls.” I say matter a factly.
From the back of the car comes my daughter. “Dad you said poop. That is a bathroom word. You aren’t supposed to say poop.”
Of course that is the rule. My bad. “You right cutie. Sorry.”
The wheels in my daughter’s brain are still working. “Pumpkins are round. People have bums. Pumpkins don’t have bums. Pumpkins don’t poop. Dad you are weird.”
Lots of laughing from the front half of the car. But them my wife says. “You are right. Dad is weird.”
Hey. That was uncalled for.