Nothing illicits laughter from my sons like good ol' potty talk.  Which is exactly why it is so hard for me to get mad at them when they get going.  I try to do as Miss Ann Marie and Miss Christa (Ty's preschool teachers) have taught me and ask them to go to the bathroom if they want to talk about potty things, but as you can see from this photo they don't take me all that seriously.  Right now "poopy" is their main expletive, but I'm sure as the begin to network at school they'll find new and more creative ways to express themselves.  I suppose at that point I'll need to get serious about how I react  to their choice of expression, but for now I can't imagine not hearing Wil sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star with every other word replaced by poopy.  Go ahead, try it—betcha laugh!