This afternoon during the drive from the grocery store to piano lessons, I tuned the radio to one of the two channels currently devoting all of their time to Christmas music. Sadly, instead of Christmas music, they were playing some sort of commercial for a product that helps one deal with bowel incontinence.
Me (changing the station): You know, when I’m in the mood for Christmas music, the last thing I want to hear is a story about bowel incontinence.
Meredith: It IS the oldies channel. And sometimes old people have those problems.
Harper: I don’t even know what bowel incontinence IS!
Me: It’s when you go to the bathroom in your pants, but you’re not peeing.
Meredith: You know, life is full of surprises, and sometimes those surprises are in your pants.
A few minutes later, Meredith remembered that a woman at the grocery store almost hit her with a cart.
Meredith: Did you hear her tell me that she almost rammed my bum?
Me: I did. Yipes.
Meredith: Why is it called a bum?
Me: I think different people call it different things. When I was a kid, everyone in my family called it a bom bom.
Harper: Are you kidding me?
Me: I’m not kidding. Aunt Boogie says we called it a bom bom because Grandma D called it a bom bom. BUT, I have no idea why Grandma called it a bom bom.
Meredith: Why don’t you ask her?
Me: Because she died.