HELP!

We were sitting at dinner tonight, having a very nice meal. Aaron was telling us about his day when all of the sudden Shad yells, "I CAN'T BREATHE!!" I of course freak out just a bit and look over to see....

Shad with an index finger shoved up each nostril...

No wonder you can't breath you monkey!

Oh... Ummm...Oh

While Anson was bathing he and I had the following conversation. You'll notice he finished it up by himself while I sat there a bit speechless.

Anson- (while laying back to get his hair washed) Ahh this feels good. I could stay in here forever.
Me- But then you'd turn into a raisin and we'd eat you for breakfast in our oatmeal.
A- But I wouldn't taste very good.
Me- Nope. Not really.
A- Well one part of me would.
Me- Which part is that?
A- The bottoms of my feet. I lick them all the time. I LOVE the way they taste.
Me- Oh.
A- You should try licking the bottom of your feet to see how it tastes.
Me- Oh

Oh. My.

Found in Translation

What I heard Shad say, "If I have a scoop go in my mouth I have to go half-piddle."

What Anson translated for me "If a screw goes down his mouth he has to go to the hospital."

Ahh! Thank you. That makes SO much more sense. I was concerned about how one could half-piddle. Glad we got that cleared up.