A couple of days ago, he was talking about a talking penis.
His mind is in the gutter! It's so far in the gutter, that we got a note from school on Tuesday that said Devin has to take time-outs during lunch and other activities for saying, "Poopy." I think they'd let him get away with eyeball, but I know (because I'm the MOTHER) that Poopy and Eyeball are both words he uses because he loves them because they sound GROSS.
I swear. We never had this problem with Trevor.
(Did that last sentence sound loving a little sarcastic? If it didn't please add that accent because I love my Devin more than I could have imagined when he was a gassy little needy thing, and I love Trevor too just as much as I imagined when he arrived all perfect and red-headed...and we really never did have a problem with Trevor and potty talk. It's really not his thing.)