If the title seems sketchy to you, buyer beware. You have been warned.
I live with boys. All boys. I am the only female, and oftentimes, it's like a frat house here. Or so I imagine. But really, I have no idea, I'm sure.
From the poetic child: "It came out smooth as silk."
From the comedic child: "It was like poop that wanted to be diarrhea, but wasn't diarrhea, so it bought a diarrhea costume."
From the show-off child: "You guys, come see this monster turd!"
I'm not the only one who lives in a house full of boys talking about poop, right?