Meet the Neighbors

Well, Joe and I had both met our new neighbors on different occasions, but one night, we all were out doing yard work and hung out. The neighbors have 2 sons, a high school freshman and a junior higher. My boys already worship them.

So, as we were getting ready to go inside. The mom says, "Let's go inside boys." And, the junior higher says "See you later Maddox. Bye Joey."

And, Maddox replies, "See you later!!! Have a nice poopy!"

What? Seriously, Maddox? With the new neighbors? For all intensive purposes, I wanted them to think we were normal. Good parents. Cute kids. Telling them to have a nice poopy doesn't do the job. So, the junior higher turns to me and says, "What did he say?"

And, I reply, "Yep. You heard him. He wants you to have a nice poopy."

What???!!!??? Why would I say that? It came out so fast. I am not sure what my purpose was -- to repeat Maddox's sentiments for extra emphasis? To make sure he was clear on what his purpose was the next time he was sitting down on the toilet???

And, then we walked inside. And, I crawled into a hole. And, my husband had missed the whole exchange so I repeated it for him. And, we both died laughing. He expressed great disappointment for my response. I should know better than that. My boys are clearly impairing my ability to make good decisions.

Here's to first impressions - and poopies.