Take the following five words:
bootie
stinky
tee-tee
pee-pee
poopie
Then choose any animal.
(The animal of choice in our house? Why, it’s monkey. Thank you for asking.)
(But really, any animal will do.)
And then hilarity ensues when you combine the animal word with the other five words.
FOR HOURS ON END!
By the way, some of Howard’s favorite combinations here at La Casa de Boo are monkey bootie, stinky tee-tee monkey, stinky bootie pee-pee, and poopie monkey head (the use of the word “head” was purely improvisational and apparently quite enjoyable).
And if you’re feeling particularly crazy, you can use all the words IN ONE HYSTERICAL PHRASE!
To wit:
Have a lovely day, you poopie stinky pee-pee monkey bootie tee-tee heads.
It has been my pleasure to provide you with a post that is rich in both culture and wisdom.
Isn’t it amazing? The deep, belly laughing that follows such statements makes it hard to keep a straight face! My 6 yo son just ran through the house singing his own little jingle.
I need to go potty
It’s not pee pee
No sir ee
It’s not pee pee
That was really funny to his siblings as well :)
Love it. :)
The Male Gender, It Is Refined.
Oh, p!$$ off. :)
Now THAT is culture. With only one potty trained in our home, and one who desperately wants to wear underwear, though not necessarily potty train, our catch phrase around here is…
Do you want to see my big poopie in the potty? I can do it.
This from the potty trained one, purely to taunt the not potty trained one. Confused yet?
Kidding. You know I’m kidding. I can hear the internets, now. :)
Let’s look at it in the artistic sense, shall we? I mean really, you obviously have another Rodgers or Hammerstein or Robert Frost on your hands. There is no end to what dear Howard can become with this kind of beginning…absolutely no end.
A proud day in motherdom, indeed.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pee-pee tee-tee monkey bootie.
Or something.
Sounds like things said at my house!!! That’s why there are medications for stressed out mothers that have to listen to such nonsense 24/7!
Love to you and Howard from the Poopy and the Diaper Heads, as my sweet son christened himself and his sisters when they were being a rock band.
Hang on. It’s the phone.
“Hello? Oh! Disney People? Of course the kids would love to do a reality-type show chronicling their precocious musialityness!”
Okay. I’m back. You’ll NEVER believe who just called!
;~D
Oh your post is FERTILE all right. hee hee
I want to know where is the word “Farts” – I think it has a place!!
Welcome to the wonderful world of boy-mothering.
Hate to tell you this, but it gets worse…
oh yes, it only can get worse.
ESPECIALLY when the daddy of boo chimes in with a new! and fantastic! way of teaching the boy how to rhyme it all together, and make it sound like this…
1, 2, 3, 4,
sissy pooted on the floor
2, 4, 6, 8,
and she stinkded not so great
it can only get better, mama of boo. you can only go up from here!
Laughing my Bootie off!
By, the way… “pooping” is kinda fancy ’round here. As in, we’re in the bathroom at Dillards and Morgy says (repeatedly) “Mommy, you POOPING?!” hahaha ~ no.
AND (is this too many comments??) when I was growing up my Dad taught us every version of the “diarrea (sp?) song” that exsists… and some we just made up for fun!
Thanks for the chuckle! I just won’t be lettin’ my three children near this post. They’ve got all the ammo. they need without linking it all together : )
Oh, thank you for yet again assuring me that my boy is completely normal!
…and I now have TWO boys??? I’m getting fearful. Very fearful.
Stop calling me names or I’ll just take my toys and go home and you won’t be able to come and play at my house because I said so, so there!
Oh, the bootieness and poopyness of it all! We have started “early” at my house with my just-turned-three year old and his wonderful vocabulary. And I do stand on the truth that it’s all in that Y chromosome. Yes, ma’am.
Can you please let me know the next time in you’re in the vicinity of Michigan? Because I think we’d cry ourselves laughing.
Has Howard not discovered the rich world of boogers yet? Well, aren’t you glad you get to look forward to that.
Yes ma’am, you can anticipate many proud mother moments in the future.
Oh my dear mom of a 4 year old.. just you wait.. there is so much more in store for you as he gets older.. Trust me.. I have survived (still surviving) two boys who are now 20 and 16 and then to add to all the funness a husband who encourages them.. YIKES
Oh I can’t wait to teach their kids dittys!
Oh they are witty little creatures…yes they are. What’s really great is when you have 2 of them, and they play the “I can say what you said” game. It goes like this:
You’re a Stinky head.
NO, YOU’RE A STINKY HEAD!
Bootie Head.
NO, YOU’RE A BOOTIE HEAD!
Stinky Poopie Bootie Head.
NO, YOU’RE A STINKY POOPIE BOOTIE HEAD!
Ahh, the joys of a 3 and a 5 year old.
And these are GIRLS!
What is sad…my 3 boys are now 11,10,6 and it kind of becomes normal around here because you just hear it ALL THE TIME and then I might just chime in and get in on their action. Its sad. We’re sad. It’s funny.
Hi BooMama! I just wanted to stop by, it’s been a while…I see you’re still keeping the hilarity up! Good for you!
Oh Howard is such a laugh riot! Hours on end. What fun. Loved the post. Blessings.
Gotta love 4 yr. old boys…mine certainly keeps me entertained! Wish he and “Howard” could get together sometime!
Oh yes! I do indeed need more of that culture and humor. After all, I certainly do not get enough of it from my class of first graders! Thank you oh so very much for sharing. I love it!
Howard is a riot.
I live in a very burpy farty household. And the girls outnumber the boys.
Read that one aloud to my Chris, chuckling as I went :)
I am ready for “Peace like a River” whenever you say…take your time.
And don’t worry about the sound on the podcast. We want to hear it and will pretend it is a copied tape in high school from our BFF, when they practised taping their records and things off the radio and such. We love you that much!
Ah, yes. That’s typical here. Sometimes, though, we get really highbrow and quote entire episodes of Spongebob.
Okay, has your son been talking to my son, because that sound just like something he said like, today. And every day for the last two weeks. What is it with the poopy thing? Poopy butt is a big one around here and I tell him “we don’t say butt” and so he says “poopy hiney or fart bottom or stinky poopy head” –all followed by histerical laughing.
I really don’t know where the booger-nose gets it.
I love how little it takes to delight children. And I just can never get enough of the laughter that comes out of their mouths – it makes my heart sing!!
Silly, silly boy!
-Andrea
My son will be 13 in a couple of weeks.
Get prepared. Peepee and poopie jokes NEVER go out of style . . . And any joke or pun built around a fart is the very height of comedy gold :)
Ah, potty humor. Makes for great dinner conversation, too – let me tell ya. Just wait until you have dinner guests, and the little guy decides to entertain!
My kids’ current phrase of choice is “dirty dingleberries”. And believe you me, they use it every chance they get.
*sigh*
Beverly
Are you sure our children aren’t related? That last word combo could have come straight from the mouths of either of my youngest two.
Ahh, motherhood…
I just chocked on my breakfast laughing.
Off subject, but slightly related: During potty time, we (either parent really) used to sing the “Poopy Song” along with our own wacked-out dance. My children will be in therapy for years to come…
Oh my goodness, you gotta laugh with them or the insanity will make you crazy as well! God Bless all the “Howards” of the world. (Trust me I have three at my house)
Thank you, I now know what I have to look forward to when the boy becomes 4! :)
As usual, my day is complete after a visit to your blog, and some wisdom from howard!
yes, ours is tha chicken. “You’re a stinky chicken” is a SER-E-US thing to be called at our house by our five year old. “poopie chicken head” is now banned because of it’s serious use. at first it was funny, but then my huzband was all, “it’s like swearing four year old style, should we encourage it” we laughed and then thought maybe we shouldn’t. but we still laugh… we’re a bunch of sick stinky chicken out here, i guess…
You crack me up. And if you need to know. I am enriched and edumacated in all things four year old. Thank for that!!
Grayson announced from the backseat today that he’s a brother. I said, “Are you a good brother, Gray?”
“Yes. I toot.”
Clearly Alex is not alone in his appreciation for all things fine and classy. :)
Speaking of 4 year old humor… I’ve been meaning to leave a comment to tell you my 4 year-old’s joke:
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Boo.
Boo who?
BOO MAMA!!!
And yes, he means this blog.
No, I’m not kidding.
Oh, those are good choices. :)
The words are not much more sophisticated when the boys reach the age of 9, 10, 12 and 26.
Oh, I am so distressed to read the comments from experienced moms who warn that this fascination with the Talk of All Things Potty continues well into the TEENS.
Because up until now, my coping mantra has been: This, too, shall pass. This, TOO, shall pass. ThistooSHALLPASS! PASS! PASS!!
Sigh.
My trio love to run through the five-word-one-animal formula you so eloquently described until all possibilites have been exhausted.
Then and only then will someone, usually the eldest, scream at the top of his lungs, “BABY EYEBALLS!” whereupon they all fall, CLUNK, out of their chairs and writhe on the floor in helpless laughter.
Not so sure I can handle another decade of this…
Yes, my 3.75 yr old and his same-aged BFF choose to call each other ‘poopy diaper head’. The friend even joked that if he couldn’t be Superman for Halloween then he would be a giant poopy diaper instead.
Ah, he has not yet learned to ask:
“What’s up?” and respond with “Chicken butt.”
Lucky you.
Give him 3-5 years. “Nuts” is currently the funny new fave of my little men (PK’s even!)here. I cringe. Just cringe. That was a very bad, crass, naughty word when I was a kid.