A Couple I Just Had to Share

On our drive to mass on Sunday, I was telling Jorts that I had signed H up for swim classes. After he made it perfectly clear that he thought 18 months was preposterously young for swim classes, this little banter ensued:

Jorts: He's definitely going to need some professional help if he inherited your lack of swimming skills.

Me: I'll have you know that I am a sensational swimmer. I took swim lessons in 3rd grade where I even learned the side stroke. I bet you don't even know what the side stroke is.

Jorts: Baby, I know the side stroke, the breast stroke, the doggy-dog stroke...

H then chimes in from the backseat.

H: Woof woof

I realize this was probably a 'you had to be there' moment but I assure you, H's comedic timing was impeccable.

This next one might not be funny to anyone over the age of 12 due to its potty humor nature but it sure did make me laugh. Upon hearing the toilet flush, H said his first quasi-sentence:

"Dada poo poo all done."

I'll try to provide higher quality reading in my next post but I'm not making any promises.