The "P" Word

What is it about potty humor? My kids can't seem to get enough of it. Every time a bodily function occurs, they collapse into giggles and spend the next 15 minutes rehashing it from every angle, pointing fingers, telling the whole family about it and sniffing the air so they can shriek about how disgusting it smelled. I'm surprised they don't pick up the phone and call Grandma..."Hey Grandma, guess what? Alex pooted!!!!!!" Even my toddler joins in, and though it looks like he's just laughing and clapping because his sisters are going ape, I know deep down it's inherent in the Y chromosome. Boys never outgrow this. I know this for a fact because my husband still thinks it's funny. Example..the night I went upstairs to say goodnight and found both girls and my husband laughing over the new nicknames he'd given them...Abbitail and Elisabutt. Yeah, well it wasn't quite so funny when my daughter went to her private Christian school the next day and told her teacher that's what she wanted to be called from now on. I don't think potty humor's a sin, but I got a conference request so fast it made my head spin...just to check how she was adjusting to kindergarten, mind you. So now that we've added our son to the family, my husband has a cohort and I have lost all hope of ridding our home of potty humor forever. I know the girls will outgrow it, or at least quell the urge to talk about it in front of boys, but for my boys I suspect it's some sort of male bonding thing. Oh well, at least it makes my job a little easier, I can squash arguments and restore harmony with a single word...poot.