Got hammered with a bug this week missed posting, but wanted to get this down for posterity.

Oh and literary credit to 1st Sgt Mike Burke for the title. I totally forgot about that childhood chant...funny aside is it's exactly what my husband said when I told him what had happened. So I'm not sure if the twisted mind is a function of the Corps or the Y chromosome...

Took the kids to eat last night.

I think I'm coming down with whatever Tony had so wasn't up to cooking.

Seems someone at school taught Matthew the word diarrhea.

Matthew *likes* saying this new word.

Jake:
Mom, I need to go to the bathroom.

Mom:
Go ahead.

Matthew:
(As Jake is walking away from the table-)
Hey Jake! JAKE!!!
You got the diaRRHEaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa????!!!!
(turning to mom knowingly)

MOM...Jake got the diaRRHEaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Mom from under the table:
Shhh Matthew...NO he doesn't have that.

Matthew adjusting decibel level to eardrum bleeding:
Have what?
The diaRRHEaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!

Mom in low mortified Mom hiss:
MATTHEW
Knock it off, boy!!!

Matthew:
(solemnly nodding in a whisper)
I think I have the diaRRHEaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Get home
before Mom goes into the house from the car,
Mom starts raking the lawn of debris that got left
(it was killing the grass where it sat waiting for pickup
it was one of those 'I don't care if I'm in heels I have GOT to get to this' things.)
Ten minutes later look up and Matthew is standing in the frontdoorway...Yelling at the top of his lungs

Mom!!
MOM!!!
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Smugly jabbing a finger down at his drawers and what is running down his leg.

I TOLD you I had the diaRRHEA!!!

I suppose there was a reason he learned the word
and I am further going to guess it was from a classmate who sits in close proximity.

All trials are heaped on the mother.