Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Indoor Rainbows Strictly Prohibited

Now my friggen' dog is in heat.  As if the first week of school wasn't already an adjustment, now I get to come home to horny animals.  And I'm sure you can imagine the interesting conversations this sparks between myself and my seven year old.  Elijah was playing outside earlier, when he suddenly peeked his head inside the door and said, "Mom, Cricket and Kalzhagi are humping."  After recovering from the initial shock of hearing my son's cute little chipmunk voice say the word "humping" (seriously, where did he pick that up from?), I told him, "Thanks for the update bud, but let's come up with a different way to say that."  We all brainstormed for a minute.  Trinity came up with "making rainbows," and I suggested "playing leapfrog."  We quickly ran out of ideas though, and frankly, I was more than ready to change the subject. 

But then, about ten minutes ago, Elijah let the dogs in the house.  In a matter-of-fact voice he told them, "You two can come in now, but no making rainbows in the house."

I'd write more, but I think I might be on the verge of peeing my pants from laughing so hard, so I better go recover.