Meet Griffin: King of "bathroom words."
At his age, we understand his excitement and glee for bodily functions, but try to manage them by corralling his use of potty-related words to literally inside the bathroom. He'll even march himself directly into the bathroom specifically seeking amnesty to shout some of his favorite phrases. He likes to ride the fine line of technicality.
So the other day, my husband is driving all of us in my car and pulls next the wrong side of the pump at the gas station.
Wavey: Daddy, why did you pull up to the wrong side?
Daddy: Because I forgot that we're not in my car.
Me: Yes, the gas tank is on the other side of daddy's car because his car is [insert fake snobby voice here] EUROPEAN.
Griffin: Bathroom word, Mama. We don't say "European."
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