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Butt pirate.
~snigger~
Okay, so what video featured veggie-loving singing butt pirates? Inquiring minds need to know.
Inquiring minds would like pictures, too, so we can gauge the butt-ness of the sleeves for ourselves.
I can't remember the name of it. As a matter of fact, I'm not entirely certain she was singing about vegetables, either. She may have been singing about the color orange. I'll look when I get home and let you know.
I had to read that entire entry out loud to Mr. B. He says, in response to the part about the Runaway Bunny on the toilet, "it's a true fact."
Re. "butt pirate": today my son explained to one of my colleagues at work that what he (son) was doing, see, was readjusting his penis. Because it feels uncomfortable when it sticks to his body.
An aside - I love that story about adjusting the penis!
But what I was really going to say was - that runaway bunny story? So true! When I was a child my mum had a rule that we were *under NO circumstances* allowed to stand outside or talk to her when she was on the loo. That was her one and only quiet time. Now that I have a two year old who wants to come and look and find out what, *exactly* I'm doing... I totally understand.
I mess listinening to Pansy division. Your post reminided me of C.S.F. *sigh* and made me want to watch the video for The Pirate who don't do anything. But they don't have sleeves or arms, but are themselves vegatables.
I don't miss being able to go to the bathroom in peace as much as being able to sew. Especially delicate fabrics.
One day.
For some reason, the butt pirate story reminded me of my nephew (now 7). He came down for breakfast one day and was fiddling with the front of his underwear. My brother asked what he was doing, and it turned out that my nephew was using the "pocket" in his jockey shorts to store his Tic-Tacs--looked like a pocket, must BE a pocket.
Heh! Talking to my mom while she was in the bathroom was the ONLY place I could make sure she was actually listening to me while I was growning up.
Actually, we still do it. Drives my step-dad and my husband absolutely nuts that one or the other of us will be in the bathroom and the other one is leaning on the doorjam, jabbering away.
Yeah, I used to have kids in the bathroom clamoring for my attention when I'd rather be thumbing through the latest Lands End Overstocks catalogue in privacy.
I often have a 4- and almost-2-year-old trying to get into the bathroom. I usually have to call to my DH to please assist me in having five minutes of privacy.
Now, I've been informed by Jake's preschool teachers that, instead of using the communal bathrooms (five teeny toilets all lined up... it's so cute), Jacob says "I need some privacy" and goes into the single grownup bathroom.
Ooops.
I have distinct memories of watching my mother change her maxi pads (which were worn somewhat higher than eye level at the time), so apparently I was less trustworthy than some toddlers... and I feel suddenly quite guilty.
Butt pirate.
I love it when they come up with the not-in-public words all on their own. John keeps telling me to shake my boo-boos when I dance, and I keep having to tell him off at the same time I'm laughing my ass off.
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