I have three boys. With that comes many gross conversations and actions. In my house, if you hear a child say safety, you know he has just let one rip. Believe it or not, CJ actually said this in his sleep. He was sleeping with me while MG was out of town and it was very early in the morning - like 5:00AM or so. I am barely awake and the room is silent. I then hear, "Safety. Safety." I guess he had two farts, neither of which I heard. This goes on in the car, in the house, etc. From what I can gather, if you fart and don't say "safety," you get punched. Kind of like slug bug/punch bug, I guess. For those who are too young to remember slug bug, don't ask. And as I type this, CJ came in the room and said "Safety" two times. Why did he feel the need to come to the room where I am to do this?
I am a 40 something chick, married (to Motorcycle Guy, AKA MG) and raising three boys (Big E, Sous Chef and CJ). We live in the burbs, which I am still adjusting to, even after 11+ years, and counting!