Flexing Muscles at the Dinner Table
At the dinner table the other night, we started talking about protein and that it makes your muscles big and strong. Scarlett, our self-described "Meat Monster", pointed out that she loved meat and therefore had big muscles. To illustrate, she flexed her arms as hard as she could - in a red-faced, teeth clenched, whole-body-shaking, four-year-old kind of way.
This is where our sketch begins.
I point out the obvious. "Watch out: you'll poop your pants."
The family giggles. And giggles. Until Scarlett catches her breath and says, "Remember Mom, we don't talk like that at the table."
I had broken the cardinal rule: No potty talk at the table. "You're right. I'm sorry."
And then she drives her point home: "I think that just made Jesus sad."