Little boys think everything is HILARIOUS

My son is a typical boy, and apparently so is my husband.

The other day Jack was having a 'typical 3-year-old meltdown'. I tried to distract, tried talking calmly, got frustrated, was on the verge of a meltdown myself - Daddy steps in and says 'poop'.  The screaming decibel levels dropped immediately.  Daddy says "poopy poopy fart fart", the screaming stops and there is even a hint of a smile.  Jack farts and they both start laughing like they just heard the greatest joke ever told.  Is it really that simple!!!?!?

The words 'pull my finger' seem to bring them both endless hours of entertainment, and my son apparently feels that the word 'poop' can be substituted for almost any noun: 
And now back to the poop! (program)
I'm putting on my poop. (boots)
Can you get me some poop? (cereal)
I'm reading myself a poop (story)

And whenever he says stuff like that, Daddy is so proud. Must be a male bonding thing.  Nature vs. Nuture?  It's obviously nature at work here.  Hubby tried the same things with all three girls, but it was nothing like this. 

I can't believe I have actually typed the word 'poop' , let alone so many times in one blog.  I must be getting de-sensitized.  Some days I really do not understand my boys!

The Cutlery Drawer

What is with the cutlery drawer?  It's clean, you put perfectly clean cutlery fresh from the dishwasher in it, you close it.  And yet everytime I reach in for a fork I see crumbs or lint or dirt or something.  Is there some cutlery-drawer-crumb-fairy that opens the drawer when I'm not looking and brushes toast crumbs into it?  Does this drawer actually open itself when I'm not there and gather crumbs like some sort of magnet?  I just need to know.

Why does my back feel warm? and damp?

3 times in the past couple of months I have woken up with the feeling that something isn't right. One minute I am sleeping peacefully in my cozy bed, the next I'm wondering why I'm cold. There appears to be a small child behind me, taking up most of my pillow and stealing my covers.  Maybe that's why I'm cold.  But wait, my back feels warm, but cool at the same time, how odd. Wait a minute, is that dampness? is my shirt wet? How could that be? and what is that acrid smell?... Suddenly I am very wide awake. Arrrgghhh. He wet the bed. Good thing this little boy is so adorable.