It was quite exciting.  You know how these things go.  Katie and I were cleaning up the dishes after dinner, and Nic calls out, “I POO-OOPED!!!”  I hold up the hand that has a band aid on it and smile at Katie, and she gives me a look of wifely-love and affection while she heads toward Nic.  Nic yells “I POOPED” again, and Katie yells back, “So what do you do now, Nic?”

“I wipe? I take the toilet paper and stick it in my butt!”

And I yell out to him, “that’s mostly right, Nic, but you DON’T grab a long piece of toilet paper, stick it in your butt, and then run around yelling ‘Look at me, Daddy, I’m a unicorn!’ like you did before your bath last night.  Especially the part where you walk backward toward me, wiggling the toilet paper.”  At which point Katie fell to the floor laughing, and asked “Did he really say that?!?!”  Yes, yes he did.  That’s the LAST time I let Katie go out with her parents to a football game.  I can’t be trusted home alone with the boys.  Plus, someone really needs to explain to Nic the principal physiological characteristics of a Unicorn.  He’s clearly confused.

So Katie sent me in here, insisting I write that done before I forgot, and even volunteering to help with clean up and finish the dishes, so I guess that’s a deal.

In the meantime, the boys are marching around the house with the WSU flags from the football game, singing “United States, is good to me.  Germany is the bad guys…”   I’m not entirely sure where that one came from.  The other day they were pestering me for warstories about airplanes, and they always insist on knowing who the bad guys are, so I was trying to explain that that time the Germans were the ‘bad guys’, and the Americans were the ‘good guys’ – just to clarify that I’m not trash-talking Germany on a regular basis.  So somewhere between those stories, and Katie singing the WSU fight song, they’ve started developing some nationalistic pride.  On the other hand, during the last story, when I was trying to explain who was on which side, they got a little confused and asked, “so which side was Everett on?”  Okay, I have some work to do.