Fast forward five years and potty talk is still funny

I started this blog years ago when the boys were very little. Now, they are not so little. Ethan is 9, Caleb almost 8 and little Rhett is five and started school. All of my boys are in school and while this is awesome and liberating, it is also a ton of work first thing in the morning. It is three people yelling that they can't find their socks or that they don't feel good and can't go to school. The other morning, after a traditional later Wednesday evening in which we watched survivor and had pizza, Ethans stomach was getting to him. He said he didn't feel good and I suggested he go spend sometime on the toilet just in case. A few moments later I heard him holler! 

"Ethan! What is the matter! Why are you screaming?!?!"

"It hurts mom! It hurts so bad!!!"

"What hurts buddy. Is it your stomach? Do you have sore bum? You got to help me out here pal"

"Mom.... It's like I'm a bomb and my butt is the fuse!"

I couldn't help it. I busted up laughing even though I know that it embarrassed him. I would full on expect the same from him. One cannot draw such a parallel between that image and the pain they are experiencing without their totally crass mother thinking it's hilarious. You would think the poor kid would learn. However I explained to him that what goes in must come out and to think twice before eating extra helpings of spicy Buffalo chicken pizza if he didn't want to be a ticking time bomb again