My Booty's broken

Buck naked boy just informed me of this.
What?
Instant mom check searching for broken bones, but he's not crying, so what's the deal?
What do you mean, your booty is broken?
Right here, it's broken.
Actually, BNB everyone has a that crack there, it's how God made you.
Why?
So we can tell who the plumbers are.
Booty, booty, booty booty booty. He's off and singing his favorite word now.

Booty is one of those words that we substituted for Butt. At the time it just seemed less crass. Little boys will be little boys, though and barely a sentence escapes his mouth that doesn't include one of two "swim suit area" body parts, god love him.

MN Tridaddy (as opposed to Tar heel tridaddy-because no, I don't have 2 hubby's) is out running a 10K race. It's in one of our local small towns that still do all the great 4th parade, picnic, bands, fireworks things. I love the 4th and would be out running with him except that we have this "little" party at our house today. Started as 25-30 people, expanded to goodness only knows how many, but one friend had called 40 families-not people, families. That's in addition to the neighbors, family and friends we invited. I feel like I've Twilight Zoned into that Breck commercial where you tell 2 friends and they tell 2 friends and so on and so on. We'll have fun and if the house is still standing tomorrow I'll post pics. Last year the city almost burnt the house down with fireworks cinders, we were picking them up in the yard for days.

Our local radio station is playing a tribute to the USA by playing songs all day that name every state. Just heard Simon and Garfunkel "watching the cars on the New Jersey turnpike, they've all come to look for America" very cool and a fun little game to play with friends at your next party.

So have a great, safe 4th everyone! I for one am going to enjoy the great country we live in and give thanks to all the good men and women who serve and keep us safe today!