Since today was Liam’s last day at Aunt Jodi’s Supergenius Daycare (a new nanny starts Monday), we decided to do it up big. There were slushies and cheese curds and lots of Ziggy playing and repeated viewings of “The Duck Song.”
Around noon we picked up Jaycie & Max to join us for lunch. On the ride home we concocted a plan to take the money in the Potty Talk jar and blow it on junk at Goodwill.
Potty Talk is strictly forbidden at Aunt Jodi’s house. In fact, it’s Rule #2 on the “Things We DON’T Do” list. Number one is: We don’t hit, kick, or punch. The rules have been posted on the back of the closet door since the Tibbles & Sister #3 stayed with me three years ago after fleeing their abusive home.
The posted rule was a brilliant tip from my friend Heather, who works with small children. Let me tell you, it works like a charm.
The Potty Talk jar was Jaycie & Max’s ideas a few years back. I think it started out as 25 cents for each potty word (poop, fart, butt, pee, toilet, etc.). I’m not sure why they wanted to jar, but they did. We’d donate to it on and off over the past few years. This summer we’ve upped it to $1 and added a few more forbidden phrases. For instance, Max has to pay $1 every time he says “that’s what she says” or “isn’t life X” where X is anything you just said, e.g. hard on your tires; a hungry, hungry, hippo; ad nauseum.
So after lunch they popped the bottom out of the white porcelain cat bank and counted the fines. It was $24.76. With the Potty Talk money burning a hole in their collective pocket, we high-tailed it to Goodwill in search of junk and were handsomely rewarded.
Liam was the big winner. He was also filled with Yueltide spirit. He also named the ghost “King Boo.” Also, I am not sure what the deal is with the sponge but he loved it and asked about 38 times if he could keep it at his house.
*This is made even better by the fact that last week Liam spent a lot of time comparing and contrasting Justin Bieber and Jackson Browne.