"Abbie, bum-face Daddy!"

Before bed tonight, well during bedtime actually, the kids were horsing around. Nate was on the top bunk and Abbie was on the bottom. The light was off already. All of a sudden Nate yells, "Abbie, bum-face Daddy!" In my kids' lingo to "bum-face" somebody means to pull down your pants and sit on their face. I know. Oh I know. So Abbie proceeds to attempt some major "bum-facing." I honestly have not laughed like that in as long as I can remember. The kids were belly laughing while running around, chasing Alan, with their pants down. HI-larious. While we were sitting on the couch after dinner, Abbie was pretending to be a dentist. She was looking in Alan's mouth. Suddenly she yelled, with an alarmed voice, "Don't even talk! You've got a broken tooth in there!" While we're talking about Alan's teeth... We were all driving in the car the other day. I was driving and Alan was sitting in the passenger's seat. Nate, out of nowhere, said, "Hey Daddy, your teeth look kinda yellow from back here. Did you put mac-and-cheese on them?" Really?!