Boys.

Tonight's dinner will surely be a night that will live in infamy for years to come. Not because of the cuisine, which was fare at best. Frozen buffalo burgers from Trader Joe's - not the delicousness we expected. Not because of the grand conversation, which was fine. But, tonight's dinner will live on in our family history because tonight was the night Lennon officially initiated himself into manhood, or, well, from being a baby to a boy who loves all things "potty humor." As we were all finishing up our dinner Lennon stood up in his seat, leaned over - staring with intensity -and belched. Without so much as a pause, he muttered "spicy!" ???? Where he learned that I have no idea. I definitely don't ever say spicy when I burp - which is not infrequent I must admit. The only person I think I am sure I've heard say that is Jim Carrey in the movie The Mask, which Lennon has certainly not seen. But wait - there's more! A little while later he again leaned over, this time his head hanging low and holding onto the edge of the table. This time he tooted and then said "Oh yeah!" Follow that up by a short groan and you pretty much have exactly what his father does when he toots. Nice. Thanks for that little legacy Shelbs! It probably didn't help matters that the whole group of us was hysterical laughing. Yes, I know, we are just filled with class. I just could not believe that my tiny little guy was being such a gross boy. I didn't think that kind of stuff started until 10 or so. 2 1/2? Really? Mia's not any better either. Last night she and Shelby were moved almost to tears when they each passed gas within seconds of each other while we were tucking her into bed. I'll admit that gas can be funny, but they were almost hyperventilating. Really? Is it that funny? They are a bunch of nerds and I love them dearly.