Socializing boys to have appropriate (notice I didn’t bother to say ‘polite‘) dinner conversation is no small feat. They want to talk about farts and tank battles and explosions. Tonight we were sitting at dinner and the conversation was headed to the potty, as usual. In order to rescue our dinner conversation, Husband brought up the first thing that came to his mind. His lunch.
Pumpkin Pie: … and then his BUTT-
Husband: Hey! Guys! Guess what I had for lunch today?
Sweet Pea: What?
Husband: A turkey sandwich. It was delicious. A carved turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce and stuffing.
Sweet Pea (suddenly completely interested and serious): What was it carved into?
Sweet Pea (louder): What was the turkey carved into?
Me: He wants to know what shape the turkey was carved into. He thinks you ate a turkey sculpture for lunch.
Sweet Pea: Well what did he have?