Yucky Bucky Gross and Disgusting

Today I did a lecture series on what one cannot put in ones mouth.

Mud.  One cannot put  mud in ones mouth.

Broeder also had a lesson in how to swish and spit.

He LOVED that part of it.  

Feintsje and Hertsje are just observers.  They are both sooooo over putting gross stuff in their mouths.

Thank God.

 Water is good.

But, if you then proceed to fill your cup of nice clean cold water up with maple tree helicopters the water is no longer good.

It is now gross.

Swish and spit AGAIN, after the cup is cleaned out.

 I was certain that I had gotten through.  Yucky, bucky, gross, disgusting, I used all the words.  Then, I caught this picture and SCREAMED.  NO!!!!

I think I caught him just in time.  His sweet little hand smelled horrible, but his mouth did not.

Still I washed it out good, and again we did the swish and spit, swish and spit.

Broeder has a VERY clean mouth.

If you would like for me to lecture you about what one can and cannot put in ones mouth, I would be ever so happy to provide my lecture series to you.

Or, I could just give you the basic condensed version:

DO NOT PUT ANYTHING INTO YOUR MOUTH THAT IS NOT FOOD SERVED TO YOU ON A PLATE!

Speaking of theTruck Book

 Daughter came over for a while this afternoon.

 She is also not sick of reading the truck book.

 From my sister I learned that the truck book can be SUPER funny.  I did not know that.  Not at all.  From Daughter I learned that the truck book can be sung.  Who knew?  I have made songs out of just about everything for most of my life, but I would never have considered singing the truck book.  Daughter likened it to The Wheels On the Bus.  Apparently there is still much for me to learn, as I was about to use it for kindling.