Lemme hear your potty talk
Tacy, dancing around the family room, singing: “I’m riding on my horsie to hell!”
Too much AC/DC, perhaps?
CJ, pointing to the outdoor thermometer (which is round): “Big c*ck! Daddy’s c*ck!”
Has she been riding the subway with Bumper when she’s supposed to be at school?
Tacy, writing on the paper covering the tablecloth at Piatti: “POOP FART SHUT UP POOP FART SHUT UP”
At least she signed it “DECLAN” and not “TACY.”
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November 7th, 2007 at 8:13 am
Oh, I love it!
My in-laws have a huge grandfather clock at their house and since the kids were babies, they’ve called them Nana and Papa Big Clock. Only, they have a tough time saying their “L”s….so it’s a bit of a spectacle when they’re calling out, “Papa Big C*ck” when we’re out and about. 
Fun times.
November 7th, 2007 at 8:20 am
In a similar vein, the other day when I asked Opie if he had a poopy diaper, he immediately pointed to the (smaller, younger, nonverbal) child next to him and said “No, he does.”
Little stinkers!
November 7th, 2007 at 9:17 am
P.S. Is your title a take on Olivia Newton John’s “Let’s Get Physical”?
Very clever!
November 7th, 2007 at 10:14 am
You are too funny – you and your adorable children. Tacy cracks me up. At least her penmanship was neat and her spelling was correct.
November 7th, 2007 at 11:26 am
I am pretty sure your darling girl wrote the word “shit” too. You just couldn’t see it across the table. And Declan was too busy correcting her spelling.
November 7th, 2007 at 2:01 pm
Don’t forget “Ass”
I really enjoyed the time with you and your kiddos…
November 7th, 2007 at 8:01 pm
“A Hor-sie to hell!” Love it. From now on, that shall be the lyric I sing. (If I sang along to AC/DC, that is.)