My kids sit directly behind me while I drive the school bus. Not because they have to … but because I want them to. I’m pretty sure the bus is where I learned my first curseword – along with many many other things that I can’t say because I forgot to make my blog an Adult Content blog.
Anyway, that’s the reason why. Maybe I’m sheltering them, but it’s like a friend of mine said, “I want “stupid” to be the worst word they know for as long as possible”.
So today, my 5-year-old son started telling me jokes…
Cash: I got a little booby.
Me: Hahaha! That’s a good one!
Cash: What did the kitten say when she was done painting her picture?
Me: I have no idea …. What?
Cash: This is purrrrrfect.
Me: Hahaha! Purrr-fect. I get it!
Cash: I have ONE more … you want to hear it?
Me: Well of course I do! Those were funny!
Cash: What did the cow do when he got to the top of the ladder?
Me: Hmm …. He mooooooved out of the way?
Cash: No. That’s not very funny.
Me: I give up then…
Cash: He had some diarrhea, hahahahahahaha!
So that’s that. A day of riding the “B”us with my “B”oys. It’s never a dull moment.
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