Again, with he Seth-isms....

(I'm in the kitchen. Seth walks in to the living room looking around)

Seth: is there a free room around here that I can poop in?

Me: what? (I don't know why I'm always in denial about what he says)

(Gets to the bathroom door and peeks inside)

Seth: A room to poop in... Is his the bathroom? Can I poop in here? (Seth smirk)

Me: Yep, that will be fine. 

Conversations with Seth...

Walking through the living room 

Seth: Mom, do you know why I'm holding my butt together?

Me: nope

Seth:  try to guess. (Smirking)

Me: ..... You have to poo. (Because I know him well)

Seth:  You guessed it, Mom. 

Farmer Seth

Seth:  Mom, I think I would be a really great farmer.  It would be tough work....but I think I could do it.

Me:  If you wanted to, I bet you could do it.

(about an hour later)


Seth:  (singing)  Old McDonald had a farm....EIEIO.....on that farm he had a ....


pig.....etc...

horse....etc...

A Cheetah!.....with a....Mom, what do cheetah's say?

Me:  um...roar?

Seth:  with a run, run here and a fast run there....run run run run....

Farmer might be out.