Monday, March 30, 2009

Stew and Stooges

I was assisting the toddler in the bathroom (she has decided to use the toilet again, thank goodness,) when I overheard a somewhat disturbing conversation between my husband and oldest son. I'm not sure which was more disturbing...the fact that my 13-year-old son has delved into an entirely new brand of potty humor...or the fact that my husband provides great comedic material for him without even realizing it.

The discussion was about my chicken stew. It centered around the fact that neither of them like peas, but they decided that, in the stew, they weren't that bad. Jaylond said that he even liked them.

"They were actually kind of sweet."

Bruce wouldn't go that far, but he admitted that it wasn't bad.

"I don't mind it when it's mixed in with other things. You don't taste them as much...there was only a hint of pea...ness."

He drew out the last word, only realizing, a moment too late, the damage he had done. Our son burst out in fits of laughter.


Needless to say, my husband has yet to live that one down.


  1. Poor Bruce! That's funny! Jay had to have been waiting for it! Anytime I serve peas Lon and the kids say thinks like "Mom pea'd on our plates again" or "Mom pea'd in the casserole"... it never gets old......for them!

  2. remind me to never eat at your serve penis and special candies with E's on them!