As I loaded the four boys into the van for a quick trip to my mom’s the other day, Ricky asked if the dogs could come with us. I had to explain that there just wasn’t room in the van for 200 pounds of dog. He, being the thinker he is, suggested that Poppy could bring them over in his car (this would have been a great idea if Kevin hadn’t been at work).
Billy suddenly joined the conversation with, “No! Trouble would poop on the seat!”
Ricky chastised him, “Billy, that’s potty talk!”
Billy’s face was very serious in my rear view mirror when he replied, “That’s not potty talk! That’s DOG talk!”
