You... You... You... Poopie Monster!

A couple of days ago we were all in the car running around doing errands. The kids are chattering in the backseat while Tom and I are trying to have a conversation.

Let me stop here to say that this is what I miss most about "before kids". I wouldn't trade them for the world, but just the ability to ride in a car in semi-silence and have a conversation without someone screaming or fighting or declaring "s/he is looking out my window" (yeah, WTF, right?). Tom jokes we need a limo so we can up that middle partition and let them fight it out and we can have some peace.... anyway...

So, the kids are chattering, starting to bicker a little bit and all of a sudden we hear Cassie scream "You're a poopie monster, Jamie!". The car got suddenly really quiet.

Yeah, Tom and I suck at this parenting stuff, we all know that... you know what we did... burst out laughing. So of course, the next 5 minutes of driving the kids were BOTH screaming "Poopie Monster! Poopie Monster!" and laughing like a bunch of nuts.

Where did she get it from? We have NO idea. Of course, she keeps saying it now, so we are trying to tell her it's not nice, but it's so hard not to crack up! The worst part? I really don't know why it's funny. It just is.