So, over the weekend our 4H group went out to Kearney, Nebraska to see the sandhill crane migration.
Somehow, I ended up with all the boys. ALL the boys.
Just let that sink in for a moment. One hundred sixty miles one way with ALL the boys from our 4H group.
Somewhere along the way, they decided to have a story telling competition. The goal was to tell the funniest story that made everyone laugh but everyone would just vote for their own stories. The only solution, it seemed, was to let Micah — my five year old — judge.
Thus it began. And they quickly discovered that any story involving poop or pee made him laugh. You can imagine what happened to the story telling from there. It went straight into the toilet.
After awhile, Asa, my two year old, decided he wanted to join in the fun. And, having gotten the main point of Every. Single. Story. for the last fifty miles, he began shouting.
Pee! Pee! Pee! Pee! Pee! Pee!
Given the sudden laughter that ensued, I say he won. Hands down.