An unintentional use of the word 'ass' has come up twice today:
1. Our client status report, when someone inadvertently used 'asses' instead of 'assess.' We caught it after it had been sent to the client. Oops.
2. Evan says to me "Mommy, my ass pack is hurting my back." No we don't have some kind of weird twisted holistic medicine going on in our house, but the ice pack was digging into his back. Why does he need an ice pack, you ask? Quite honestly, I have no idea.
I left the house for 10 measly minutes to conduct a Craigslist deal at our local Starbucks (no need for a portable GPS when you have one built into your vehicle!) and came home to all the boys stomping down the stairs and something about Evan pretending to throw something and falling into the nightstand. I don't want to know anymore, I accept that this is just something that happens in a houseful of boys. But it required some tickling, a kiss, an episode of Little Einsteins, an ice pack, and a drink. Only a boy/man would require this much attention on a 2 inch scratch :-)