We're hosed.

This early morning as our family was driving Jon to work, we again entered into our on-going light-hearted conversation to help the boys understand what potty talk is and isn't. It started when Gabe made a silly comment to Jon that ended in "coo coo," and Will thought Gabe was talking potty talk. So we clarified saying that even though it rhymes with "poo poo" that Gabe said "coo coo" and that it wasn't potty talk. This sent the boys on a language exploration. The boys went on adjusting the first sound of said phrase to find words that rhymed with it and edged up close to the line of potty talk. It was very cute. Finally one of the boys said something like "coo poo" and Jon and I decided to classify that as potty talk in the context of our conversation. Then Will started singing Winnie the Poo, and Gabe accused him of potty talk. Will said, "No, that's bear talk." Jon and I couldn't help but laugh and enjoy his smarty-pants three year old logic.