Nate and I try to keep a reign on our tongues, especially around our little people. One thing we can't resist, though, is the occasional "your mom" joke. I should have known Milo had been paying attention...
Fast forward to dinner two nights ago, and we were having a conversation about melons.
Lucy: "Mommy, why is it called a watermelon?"
Me: "Well, I guess because it's a watery melon."
Milo: "What about cantaloupes?"
Me: "Um, yes. They are also watery melons. All of those melons are. You know, the fleshy melons."
Milo: "Your mom's a fleshy melon!"
I tried so hard not to laugh. Nate didn't even bother, and we all had to have a good belly laugh about that one. And then a conversation about how we don't make "your mom" jokes in front of anybody else. Ever.