Tonight the DiSimone family entertained ourselves with a good clean game of b-u-t-t-'s up. (Sorry, I can't type the word correctly since inevitably there will be all sorts of perverts coming unnecessarily to my site with the google search terms for b-u-t-t-'s up if I spelled it without the dashes. ewww.) If you haven't played it in awhile, I highly recommend finding some of your favorite 5 year olds to play with. The girls were giggling and laughing until they had tears streaming out of their eyes. Jason and I were just dying because they could not hit the "target" for anything. Just count how many times it took Holly to even hit Jason's back...and that she missed standing about 3 feet away. But her excitement when she finally did connect was just awesome. So, yes, that's what we do for fun around here. No monopoly or reading...good trashy fun.

Edited to add: Jason says the reason Holly couldn't hit his rear was because he "has such a small, toned b-u-t-t". Um....yeah, babe. Sure.