The Naming.

OF. THE. BOOTY.

Ruckus has named his bum -

Ivy.

Oh my word.

This kid was born hilarious.

The other night before dinner I called the kids to the table and they were being  OH SO VERY  CRAZY; running around trying to smack each other on the rear and then Ruckus kept screaming -

"Don't touch Ivy!" 

(who the heck is Ivy, I thought)

His brothers were delighted with the creation of Ivy which encouraged them even more in the continuous abuse department. Ruckus embraced it fully and I've almost never heard such glorious laughter.

I finally calmed them down (booties now forgotten), The Beloved arrived at the table, dinner began, and I informed him that his four year old had named his hind end.... Ivy.

Not that we needed proof of The Beloved being all male - but he completely jumped on board with the boys.

Naming his own bum - The One.

Little C's - Bartholomew, and Lou's  - Douglas.

They were laughing so hard that luckily me, Moo, and the Baby were left out of this assigning.

Which was a relief because I truly don't need my bum to become a proper noun.