The Substi-TOOT

Scene: Rob and I are driving along with our two darling boys in the back seat of our car.

Me: Hey Gav, guess what?

Gavin: What mom?

Me: Dad and I get to be your substitute teachers on Sunday for your class in church, cool huh?

Gavin: (in an amused voice) SUBSTI-TOOOOOOT?

Everett: Toot...he-hehehehehe

Gavin: he-he-hehehe...hehehe

Cue hysterical giggling and belly laughs...am I unconsciously raising Beavis and Butthead!!??

I am telling you I think boys come to this world with permanent immature senses of humor already built in. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.