tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post8575705459065079538..comments2023-09-29T06:00:09.242-05:00Comments on Julie Pippert: Using My Words: My precious little agnostic atheist heathenJulie Pipperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03169574697104642479noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-55650421716335249482008-02-07T10:50:00.000-06:002008-02-07T10:50:00.000-06:00Oh yeah, Louisiana women have yet another meaning ...Oh yeah, Louisiana women have yet another meaning for "bless you." It means f--- you. I can't tell you how many times I heard "bless you" or "bless his heart" about some a-hole while growing up.Lawyer Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06819273107327846943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-34778387980590101992008-02-07T10:48:00.000-06:002008-02-07T10:48:00.000-06:00It's just friggin hilarious! Seriously, we have t...It's just friggin hilarious! <BR/><BR/>Seriously, we have the same problem here. Hollis is obsessed with potty humor right now. It must be a 3 year old thing. He does it everywhere. In public, at preschool, at daycare, on an airplane perfectly timed to embarrass Mommy....<BR/><BR/>I have a hard time not laughing at the inappropriate stuff too. I mean, yeah, we should work on it. But we even watch stupid TV shows with potty humor and laugh. It *is* funny. Kids know that.<BR/><BR/>As we tell Hollis all the time, everybody poops. Even God and his preschool teacher.Lawyer Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06819273107327846943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-13350529318861781552008-02-01T10:12:00.000-06:002008-02-01T10:12:00.000-06:00Excellent meal-time prayer!Excellent meal-time prayer!PunditMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12919969826505761593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-12213404265547843002008-02-01T07:05:00.000-06:002008-02-01T07:05:00.000-06:00Terrible. Simply terrible.But absolutely hysteric...Terrible. Simply terrible.<BR/><BR/>But absolutely hysterical.<BR/><BR/>You can't change that kind of awesomeness. Give up now.<BR/><BR/>PS. God has poop.Jenny, the Bloggesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13718481135182612620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-15441337455676710692008-02-01T06:37:00.000-06:002008-02-01T06:37:00.000-06:00dude.HAHAHAHAHA!ok sorry.my daughter never really ...dude.<BR/><BR/>HAHAHAHAHA!<BR/><BR/>ok sorry.<BR/><BR/>my daughter never really had a potty mouth but my son is no delighting in the glee of singing songs with "poop" in them. <BR/><BR/>It will pass.<BR/><BR/>right?<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://runningonempty-christine.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">Running on empty</A>Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04662448292809451387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-87176732200539685622008-02-01T05:18:00.000-06:002008-02-01T05:18:00.000-06:00That post made me giggle!That post made me giggle!Multi-tasking Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02379488091050026867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-77271283263028352952008-01-31T22:01:00.000-06:002008-01-31T22:01:00.000-06:00Julie, my apologies for having a brain fart and no...Julie, my apologies for having a brain fart and not connecting you were the Julie chatting on Melissa's live blog tonight.Roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04826309601023733396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-72925214352896088102008-01-31T18:48:00.000-06:002008-01-31T18:48:00.000-06:00I'm too busy laughing to help.I'm too busy laughing to help.ewe are herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13339650361453626546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-8983880055477980552008-01-31T18:28:00.000-06:002008-01-31T18:28:00.000-06:00Kinda like my wife's friend wondering where her da...Kinda like my wife's friend wondering where her daughter learned to swear, but her comment came out something like "I don't know where the f--- she learned to say such s---"<BR/><BR/>Tape recording yourself can be very enlightening at times, when you wonder where your child learned certain language.<BR/><BR/>My Dad taught me never to swear (as a child) by agreeing to let me charge him a dollar if he swore in my presence, and he got to charge me a dollar if I swore. I made good money for a while.Roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04826309601023733396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-87720564643976594312008-01-31T16:47:00.000-06:002008-01-31T16:47:00.000-06:00Oh, I'm laughing. I'm afraid there's not much you ...Oh, I'm laughing. I'm afraid there's not much you can do other than explain when it's okay to use those words and when it's not. Then just sit back and wait for it to pass. (Yeah, pun intended.) <BR/><BR/>At our house, my daughter went through a "dumbass" phase (almost twice, but the 2nd one never gained traction). She was five at the time, and fortunately she never said it outside the house. Don't know where she learned the word. Okay, probably from me, talking to other drivers. Oops.Jennifer Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16239563357592230711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-34622857873250104842008-01-31T16:05:00.000-06:002008-01-31T16:05:00.000-06:00The attention thing is hard. If she's doing it fo...The attention thing is hard. If she's doing it for attention, then giving her attention for it either way may be the worst thing. One thing that has been working at my house when Jackie says things she shouldn't is when I say, "I can't understand you when you talk that way." And then I just repeat that until she starts talking. Or you can do what pne of my sisters does and tell her that if she wants to talk like that, but it's potty language, so she has to do it in the bathroom. I don't know that it will help with the outbursts during mass, but maybe curing it in other places will cure it in mass, too?le35https://www.blogger.com/profile/03897932629532339487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-1321866078746253362008-01-31T15:05:00.000-06:002008-01-31T15:05:00.000-06:00Hmmm. I have no advice for you whatsoever. But, si...Hmmm. I have no advice for you whatsoever. But, since it's your kid and not mine, THAT IS HILLARIOUS! I love her little neon technicolor mind. <BR/><BR/>She is individual and confident and happy and loves to make others laugh. Those are really amazing qualities to have. I hope the priest and the teachers can appreciate the grander aspects of her personality for what they are, and let the potty humor slide. She IS three, after all.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14022976523785423847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-7926095542860175172008-01-31T15:02:00.000-06:002008-01-31T15:02:00.000-06:00i am laughing very hard and trying not to tell my ...i am laughing very hard and trying not to tell my nine year old, who is sitting here doing homework and would love this story. if i tell him he won't get any homework done.<BR/><BR/>and that would be different...... ok, maybe i'll just read the good parts to him.slow panichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00806001325853693285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-91955880799864375822008-01-31T14:42:00.000-06:002008-01-31T14:42:00.000-06:00That gave me such a chuckle! I can just picture a...That gave me such a chuckle! I can just picture all the little shoulders going up and down in half muted giggles in the pew!<BR/><BR/>The 'Bless You' and the 'Montessori' language thing has to be a Southern issue - it's exactly the same here in Florida. There is no way I'd have my kids in Montessori here.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07387168103798629268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-28155303699806523382008-01-31T14:34:00.002-06:002008-01-31T14:34:00.002-06:00Aw, bless her. (I couldn't resist.) That phrase ...Aw, bless her. (I couldn't resist.) That phrase is used similarly here in the UK, too.<BR/><BR/>I, too, have found that "Montessori" can actually be a cover for a really bad preschool. It just depends upon the place and the school.<BR/><BR/>Now. How to stop your runaway train? You have two options -- make a big deal of it or ignore it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-74129020091741853152008-01-31T14:34:00.001-06:002008-01-31T14:34:00.001-06:00Aw, bless her. (I couldn't resist.) That phrase ...Aw, bless her. (I couldn't resist.) That phrase is used similarly here in the UK, too.<BR/><BR/>I, too, have found that "Montessori" can actually be a cover for a really bad preschool. It just depends upon the place and the school.<BR/><BR/>Now. How to stop your runaway train? You have two options -- make a big deal of it or ignore it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-29238871962056688632008-01-31T14:34:00.000-06:002008-01-31T14:34:00.000-06:00I'm laughing right now, reading this, because BOTH...I'm laughing right now, reading this, because BOTH of our kids are into the potty humor right now. "Poop" and "fart" — to name a few — are frequently inserted into songs and conversation. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, I have no advice. But I would have reacted the same way you did — with laughter.Cathy, Amy and Kristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01472486650115997239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-27825823395091435702008-01-31T13:24:00.000-06:002008-01-31T13:24:00.000-06:00Awwww, poor kid! You know, maybe she has a true vo...Awwww, poor kid! You know, maybe she has a true vocation for stand-up, and here they are, suppressing her innate talents. She can come hang out with me any time - I like her style!<BR/><BR/>I SO like your girls - they are obviously NOT prissy, and its very refreshing.we_be_toyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12100712745473031460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-7204040081663342922008-01-31T13:17:00.000-06:002008-01-31T13:17:00.000-06:00Excellent suggestion from ScifiDad. My mother live...Excellent suggestion from ScifiDad. My mother lives nearby and keeps toys at her house for her grandchildren. We often deal with the "no, those are Grandma's toys. You have to leave them here" or "No, we don't take our toys to Grandma's house so we don't lose them". We certainly deal with "No, you can't take your doll/toy/book into the store/restaurant/whatever" so those are good ideas about separating where things are okay are not. We also have things to help our daughter stay quiet in church, and she knows she is supposed to only talk in whispers during the service there. You can pull it off.Roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04826309601023733396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-75574453487148302572008-01-31T13:10:00.000-06:002008-01-31T13:10:00.000-06:00Stopping a runaway freight train is difficult when...Stopping a runaway freight train is difficult when you're not the driver of said train, so perhaps instead of stopping it, you can using track switching to control the path of its destruction.<BR/><BR/>Being educated in the (Ontario) Catholic system for 14 years, I have learned a thing or two about "in church/school" and "not in church/school" behaviour. I was young (probably as young as Persistence) when my parents started teaching me that certain actions were OK at home, but not at other places. Maybe you just need to draw a line for her? Make an analogy to something concrete: for example, she can watch Nick Jr. at home, but not at school, right? Well she can make poop jokes at home but not school too. Or, there are certain toys or activities that are school-only, so poop jokes are home-only.<BR/><BR/>Just some thoughts.SciFi Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479890087443823197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-31065503568017293612008-01-31T13:03:00.000-06:002008-01-31T13:03:00.000-06:00Oh that is too funny!Oh that is too funny!flutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828689769747130419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-41489614326802116952008-01-31T12:54:00.000-06:002008-01-31T12:54:00.000-06:00Okay, Atlanta post is up. Also, I can completely e...Okay, Atlanta post is up. Also, I can completely empathize with the way you easily ignore someone saying "we should do" whatever because it is so meaningless to most Southerners. I spent the first year here with my wife <BR/>"translating" various phrases and conversations. We both have trouble with some of the Walmart employees here, I must say, but that has as much to do with thick accents and/or different language as confusing niceties.Roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04826309601023733396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-12308103526324338922008-01-31T12:36:00.000-06:002008-01-31T12:36:00.000-06:00Har! Sad to say, you may still have a poop-loving...Har! Sad to say, you may still have a poop-loving girl at age 6; we do. That's "poop" as a word, not "poop" as an object--we are at the point where she sternly admonishes us to NOT LOOK AT HER POOP! We oblige. Thankfully.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, P will learn that there are places where it's appropriate and places it's not. I like Spacemom's idea: make it boring.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-27122322566821708812008-01-31T12:31:00.000-06:002008-01-31T12:31:00.000-06:00"GOD HAS POOP!" LMAO, for real. She is one funny k..."GOD HAS POOP!" LMAO, for real. She is one funny kiddo.<BR/><BR/>If it was one of our kids, I'd be trying to fix it and Josh would be giggling behind my back. That's how we roll. (and then Y laugh hysterically, too)Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-69644072722088816582008-01-31T12:14:00.000-06:002008-01-31T12:14:00.000-06:00I know Atlanta has some Southerners in it (it's th...I know Atlanta has some Southerners in it (it's the place where so many of them like to move when they get out of college), but it is not a very Southern city. You want a Southern city, check out Charlotte, which has rocking chairs in the airport (no joke).<BR/><BR/>I want to write a longer response to this, so I've decided to post it on my blog. Check for it in a little while.Roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04826309601023733396noreply@blogger.com