There is a running joke at the Byrnes-Kay household that the children need to be reprogrammed after Bill and I leave. Rough housing, burping, and potty humor are all elements that we introduce to their otherwise intellectual Groton home. I thought today would be no different as Bill and I took turns pretending to poop a sweet potato (an oldie but a goodie!) but somehow at the end of the night the boys were given a last minute chance to say all the curse words they know before we departed. Frankly, I'm not sure what even instigated the unique farewell ritual but Thomas took full advantage, weaving a tapestry of obscenity that's still ringing through the neighborhood. And to think Noelle once reprimanded me for using the word 'stupid' in front of these salty-tongued sailors.
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