As I was meandering between the kitchen and dinning room the other day, I caught the end of one of the many in depth conversations that seem to occur nightly while eating yogurt. This time the subject was one we had to tread lightly with, volcanos.
See, merely mentioning the word in The Princess' presence sends her screaming and wailing in circles around Hubster and I. One time, Mini-husband brought a book home from the library on the subject and we had to take great pains to hide the thing so she wouldn't fall into hysterics at the cover picture.
Thus, I shook with fear when I heard her ask Hubster, "Why are volcanos so powerful?" I braced myself for the tears and clumps of hair, but to my surprise, she actually seemed ready to listen and absorb a little volcanic information.
Hubster smiled at her and said,
"Well, you know Princess....sometimes when your tummy is really upset and gurgling and rumbling, and you run to the potty and it all comes PHWFTSTWLFWWW out of your bottom really fast, well that's kinda of like what happens with a volcano."
The Princess stared at him. Mini-Husband stared at him. I stared at him.
Cue hysterical laughter.
Welcome to the latest festive event at the B&B. The contest to see who's got the "Best Volcano Butt." So far, Bubba-Love is ahead 2-1, but my money's on Typhon making a late comeback.