Emergent Potty Humor

Claire is beginning to explore the enduring fascination/hilarity of off-color remarks.

Recent examples include:

1) Knock, knock...

Who's there?

Banana.

Banana who?

Banana Mickey Mouse Toilet! (hahahahahahaahah)

2) I gave her some rice crispies this morning, and asked if she could hear them snap, crackle and pop. Not knowing the marketing behind the phrase, Claire simply responded, "Speaking of that, I just passed gas".

3) The very intricate retelling of her dream last night was largely focused on a monster who pooped out of its feet. It went on to try to eat all of us, chased us to a faraway land where a firebird and the fairies protected us and there was a giant butterfly and it went on from there but it kept going back to the pooping feet.

Meanwhile, Gavin has decided to put as much as he can in the toilet whenever he gets the opportunity. Claire's water bottle, a sippy cup, a necklace etc etc. I went and bought toilet locks today. Closing the bathroom doors would be easiest but these things happen when we are all in the bathroom (which we frequently all seem to be, despite my desire for a little privacy in that area) and Claire and I are washing hands or brushing teeth and he takes advantage of the situation. My customary lament: Claire never did these things and we never installed a toilet lock or fridge lock (he also opens the fridge and freezer). So, boy? Or just Gavin? Or is all of his sister's potty talk driving him to do it?