Dude!

Today is Father's Day and before I write the funniest story ever, I have to say that I am married to the most amazing man ever!! He is everything and more I could ever wish for in a husband and goes above and beyond to be an excellent father. He loves our boys so much and I hope they know how lucky they are!

Ok, so for Father's Day we went up to Prescott to visit the Mills and go to a barbecue at Lynx Lake. There was a hodge podge of people, some family, some friends. One of the people had a little boy about Colton's age and the kids started playing together. Before we knew it, it all went downhill. A long time ago, my kids use to call each other "dude" all the time. I don't know why I don't really love that word, but after hearing it 50 times a day, I finally told them that a "dude" was the hair on an elephant's butt and they stopped calling each other it almost immediately. Fast forward to today and this is what I get:

Colton: "Mom, Dawson said Stoney (yes, that was the kids name) has a hairy butt!"
James: "What?"
Colton: "Dawson said Stoney had a hairy butt."
James: "Dawson did you say that?"
Dawson: "Yes (starting to cry) but he called me Little Dude."
James: "That isn't a bad thing to call you. You can't go around saying mean things to people."
Dawson: "But he called me Little Dude and that hurts my feelings."
James: "Why?"
Dawson: "Because I don't have a hairy butt."
Me: DING, DING, DING...the light bulb went off and I knew what the problem was.

So after fifteen minutes of trying to convince him that when Stoney called him a "Little Dude" that he wasn't saying he had a hairy butt, the boys were off playing again. We had a great day with great friends and lots of laughs along the way.