Monster worms are no good at brushing their teeth!

I don’t usually post on the weekend but I thought I would share another tale of the perils of having two young sons.

*not representative of real son

Good imaginations and an ongoing monster obsession means that at any time they may transform into some sort of dangerous beast. Dealing with these unexpected creatures can be very amusing.

Tonight I was called upon to extract from the bathroom what I was told was a fanged, blood-sucking, man-eating worm. The monster was trying to eat his brother instead of doing his teeth. Once I subdued him he turned on me, pointed an accusing finger, shouted ‘BETRAYER!’ and scuttled into the bedroom to put on his pj’s.

I love having funny kids.

Imaginative cursing.

This is an extra post for the day. I am still chuckling about this, and had to share it.

Sometimes my kids come up with the best insults or curses I have ever heard. We discourage swearing in our house, and encourage and reward imaginative use of language. That can be a deadly combination. A perfect example is what a hysterically laughing son no 2 shouted at Mario while playing the Wii tonight, probably the best one I have heard for a while.

Damn your scurvy buttocks!

We only frown upon damn here if it is used in a lazy way. Sometimes a curse is all the better for a damn slotted in there somewhere.