Your kids will bust you

I got to sit in on my husband’s Confirmation class this evening.  This is a bunch of 8th graders (mostly boys) in various stages of development.  They talk about politics,  throw food, pass gas, and ask great questions.  It’s amazing.  And I am thankful that I don’t have to teach them.

Tonight they were talking about temptations that kids their age are faced with. They giggled through topics like “looking at pornography” and “having sex.”  When “swearing” came up, some of them admitted to having trouble with it because everyone they know swears.  One boy had the line of the evening (and the one that reminded me that our kids are always watching us): “You wanna hear swearing?  You should hear my dad at my football games!”  Yikes.

The lights may be on…

Here’s an exchange I had yesterday afternoon with my youngest…

#6: Now can I call Claire to come play?

Me: Well, did you finish putting your laundry away like I asked?  (at least 14 times, I might add)

#6: Oh, I forgot.

Me: Well, what were you doing up there?

#6: Looking.

Me: At what?

#6: I don’t know.  Just walking around looking.

Wordless Wednesday

Stinky Little Girls

#5 and her friend Helen are having a farting contest.  It all started about 5 minutes ago when Helen tripped and accidently let one rip – with authority.  There was a brief moment of embarassed silence followed by giggles, raucous laughter and then an outright competition.  Modesty be gone.

The only thing missing was a lighter.