Cambelle is 2 and yesterday I was on the phone with my mother-in-law for a few minutes and in that short time she learned 2 things. #1- we LOVE boobies (but who doesn't?) and #2- poop doesn't talk. I know you're shocked by both of those, unfortunately I wasn't. When I became a mom, if someone would have told me all the stupid stuff I was gonna say... my response would have been, "NO WAY, I don't believe you!!!". I find myself saying stuff like, "stop licking your brother" or "sure you can have a brownie for breakfast (and then justifying it)", or "I am a mean mom, I got a degree in MEAN, schooled at the University of MY MOM!!!", or "I didn't say we CAN'T have a pet, I just said we can just have one that doesn't poop". Just when I think I'm losing my mind, something like that comes out of my mouth and I realize that it has already happened. I have always had a hard time controlling what comes out of my mouth and I come from a very sarcastic family... bad combination. When Tyler learned that he has testicles, I had to refrain from telling him it was from swallowing his gum. That was the first thing that came into my head, don't worry, I told him the truth. That's the sad price I pay to reproduce. That's how you know Heavenly Father has a sense of humor... He let Randy and I have babies!!!