Thursday, July 07, 2011

Stinky Bum Bum is the New Macarena.

Oh, these girls. I'm certain that their behavior is not learned from me, it has to be in their genes. The ones they get from their Dad.

While at the Library today, turning in our Summer Reading Sheets and picking up a few new books for this coming week, I ran into a Mom who's little boy went to pre-school with the Munchkin. Since her little Boy and the Munchkin will be moving on to Kindergarten together and she has an older daughter, I was picking her brain on what to expect from the teachers and the school and all of the juicy details that come with having a Kindergartner. All of the things that terrify yet excite me about this coming fall.

While getting my notes, the girls were happily playing and perusing the books and movies. It was all fun and games until "Ashley" decided she needed to go potty... Pee, she told me. I rounded them up, and told them to make their final choices while telling the other Mom bye and happy summer...

It was while I was checking the books out that I smelled something that brought me to the realization that "Ashley" didn't need to pee, she needed to poop and had already done so in her pants. 1 other thing happened at the exact moment I realized she had poop in her underwear.... She decided to demonstrate to my Mom friend (who was in the check out line behind us now) the "Stinky Bum Bum Dance." It all happened so fast, yet it seemed to go in slow motion, is that even possible?

In case you are unfamiliar with the stinky bum bum dance, let me break it down for you:

1. Pull up your dress, or pull down your pants so that your underwear shows -

2. Shake your bum bum around in circles while pointing it directly at your target (victim) -

3. Yell, as loudly as possible, "Stinky Bum Bum, Stinky Bum Bum, Doing the Stinky Bum Bum Dance"

*Options include: pulling down your underwear completely so your target/victim can get a grand look at your naked ass or as we did today, try filling your underwear with a load of poop before you begin your dance. That's always a hit, it really adds that extra..... something.

Mortified does not even begin to describe my feelings... Who are these children and why are they calling ME Mommy?

1 comment:

Bridget said...

WOW - that is fantastic. Thank goodness my JG hasn't tried that one yet - maybe if she did funnier stuff like that, I'd have some better blog posts. All she does is tell people that she is going to be homeschooled (she's not) and that the two of us are going to be roommates when school starts and we'll eat and sleep whenever we want, then go to the mall. I am not sure who has been telling her that when you start school you get to do that stuff. She is adamant about not going to school though - it has me quit worried since there is no way on earth that I can homeschool her because I am just too lazy and unorganized honestly.