I shouldn't let my children talk out loud...

A few days ago I was doing a deep-cleaning on my house. As I was mopping the floor, my 6 year old son said to me with much enthusiasm, "Who's coming over?"

Yesterday I was walking down the stairs to my laundry room with arms full of sheets and blankets from my bed. My 8 year old son asked me with a bit of a giggle, "Mom! Did you pee the bed?" To which I replied, "No, your father did," and I kept on going.

My boys are also convinced that babies come out of the butt, because they accidently caught a little bit too much information from one of those Discovery network shows...or maybe they didn't catch quite enough information...

After the birth of my daughter, my older son watched intently as I changed his new baby sister's diaper. After which he said to me with great enlightenment, "Mom, I just wanted you to know that I now know the difference between girls and boys." And then he confidently walked away and never said another word about it.

During one winter afternoon, my husband and I had the brilliant idea of putting cartoons on for our sons, and racing upstairs for a little uhm...one on one time. There was no time to lose, so we didn't remove the laundry baskets from the bed, which ended up being a saving grace. Being so involved in the moment, we didn't hear the light squabble between the boys downstairs, or the sound of one very upset boy coming up the stairs. Without any warning, our bedroom door flew open and there stood our older son. My husband screamed for him to get out, but not before our son had a nice shot of my husbands bare bottom. I thought this would terrify our son! However, our pride and joy decided that a better idea would be to shout down to his younger brother, "Quick! Come up here! Daddy's kissing mommy naked!"

Welcome to my world...