Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I should've known better...

We haven't done any journal writing for awhile.  Got kind of side-tracked over the holidays and we're working back up into our full schedule.

So I told the boys to imagine that they were Noah's three sons, they were building an ark, and everyone around them thought they were stark, raving, NUTS.  Write about it.  Tell me what that would be like.

But, of course, I failed to prohibit the inclusion of everything that fascinates boys.

Consequently their accounts were full of spit, burps, farts, poop, and little gems like this -

You have the biggest piehole in all the history of your fat household.

Clearly, we have our work cut out for us.


leah said...

Next time, you'll have to write a list of "forbidden terms," lol! At least they're creative, even if it is in the most boyish of ways!

Deborah said...

Lol! At least they're writing :o)!


Anonymous said...

ROFL! Boys! I love 'em!