Potty Humour

Potty humour is pretty big around here even without a three year old to join in but lately Rain is all over it too. The other night Rain was calling for me in his sleep. I stumbled into his room, likely annoyed that his night wakings always come right after Noa has finally gone back to sleep. He threw an arm around me and mumbled in his sleep “Mom, I love you as big as a can of tuna.” I’d love to know what was going on in THAT DREAM.

The next day I told Aaron about this and asked Rain how much he loved dad?

Rain’s reply: I love dad more than a toilet full of poop.