X Rated Bingo

Tonight was family game night. We decided to play the new Bingo game the boys got for Christmas from their sort- of -adopted great grandma. So, the five of us settled down and began. We were having fun playing and taking turns being the "caller". Being the caller was kind of fun because you got to spin this bad boy.....

Yeah, pretty sweet, I know. So after a while Carter wants to be the caller. We were all a little apprehensive about this because...well...he's five. I personally didn't think he could recognize two-digit numbers all the way to 75. He quickly proved us wrong. After a while we stopped double-checking the balls because he was spot-on every time. The only problem was he kept calling them "nuts" instead of balls. Not really a huge deal until his oldest brother tried to help him catch a stray ball that had fallen out of the wheel.

"Don't touch my nuts!" he yelled.

Instant. Laughter.

Now normally Justin serves as the family's moral compass, but he was laughing just as hard as Camdon and Jamon. So, it was up to me to say things like: "Knock it off!" "That's completely inappropriate!" Blah. Blah. Blah. No one was listening and Carter doesn't realize what's so funny. He's just five and still pure and innocent. He hasn't yet been corrupted by the world and it's inappropriate slang terms for human body parts. So, his little feelers are hurt because as far as he can tell everyone just busted up laughing at him for no reason at all. He got up to leave mumbling something about how someone else can "finish calling the nuts cuz he's outta here!"

I convinced him to rejoin the game and we ended up playing black out. Justin won and we all went to the kitchen to enjoy our Bingo prizes...yogurt covered pretzels and milk before bed.

While the boys were enjoying their spoils, Justin and I had a good laugh. It was then he brought up a very good point:

If Carter is ever approached by a pedophile...he'll know EXACTLY what to say!