A Dose of Humor – Because We Only Talk About the Most Delicate of Subjects Here.

5 Minutes for Parenting’s weekly column, A Dose of Humor, is here to remind you to take your humor pill regularly as the best medicine to treat the side effects of parenting! It features a different blogger every week and is hosted by Rachel at Grasping for Objectivity in My Subjective Life.

Okay – so we’re all Moms here, which means we all get to deal with the, ah. stinkier side of life. And of course we do it with all of the grace and iron-clad stomachs that Dads seem to have not been given as one of their gifts. Since we talked about vomit last week, I felt it only “appropriate” to talk about what goes on at the other end this week. Don’t you agree? So I have two short stories for you today from two extraordinary bloggers.

We’ll start with a story from Lori, who is the principal, guidance counselor, curriculum committee chair, janitor, cafeteria lady and head instructor at the Tree Climbing Academy (current enrollment: 1 kindergarten student plus a 4 year old who audits many of the courses). In her free time she loves to crash on the couch with her hubby while watching reality TV and eating brownies. She chronicles her life as wife, mother, homeschooler and Christian at Tree Climbing Mom.

Yup, He’s a Boy.

This morning Doc Brown’s history/geography lesson was about life during the ancient Roman era. One topic included the ways in which children were educated. One method was the use of tutors.

Tutors? Oh my. The laughter wouldn’t stop.

Clearly he was confusing the word for private instructors with people who, well, you know.

It didn’t help matters at all when I explained that in a way I am his tutor. More laughter.

Lord help me.

This post was originally published on August 14, 2008 at Tree Climbing Mom.

Our second short story comes from Greta, who is a Mommy to One-Year-Old Sam and One-On-The-Way. When she’s not running after Sam as fast as she possibly can manage or making jewelry and selling it on Etsy, she is blogging at I Love Mr. Pibb, where she talks about pretty much everything but her love of Mr. Pibb.

I’m Sure He’ll be Proud of this Soon

Sometimes, by the sound of what’s going on at the tail end of Sam, I expect to see some type of magma-like flow coming from what can only be described as a volcanic eruption.

Along those lines, he’s had some pretty rank diapers recently.

Bob, almost always says, “Uggghh, that smells like human poop!”

Which actually clears some things up because here I was thinking I had given birth to a puppy dog.

This post was originally posted on October 17, 2008 at I Love Mr. Pibb.

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