My son was playing in the kitchen with his sister - fell on his butt and was very upset because his booty was in pain. He came to me for a kiss - yes - on his butt, but I said NO!
We started giggling about how I wasn't going to kiss anyone's butt. He sat down near me, then got onto his hands and knees (sticking his butt at me) forcing me to push him away (since I will not kiss a butt). This is when my daughter entered the room and now the two of them are questioning whether a kiss on the lips will be transferred to the butt. My son says he poops my love out all the time. I said that my love was not poopable. My daughter then questioned if my love was tootable.
I replied that my love was neither poopable nor tootable. Then the rest of the questions came from them. We have now determined that my love is not poopable, tootable, peeable, pukable, pickable, burpable or bleedable.
Now, the thing that got us all laughing was to try to say this..."I do not have poopable, tootable, peeable, pukable, pickable, burpable or bleedable love!" Really - try to say this without screwing up the words...it's really fun!
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