The Worst Birthday Ever Floppy Balls and What is in Your Nose?

Just a quick scatter shooting of the weekend.
Poor Ethan owns the worst birthday ever. We had his birthday at Boomerangs which is a giant room filled with about 10 different kinds of bounce houses. Heaven for a 5 year old. About 5 minutes into the party, Ethan landed wrong on his foot and twisted his ankle. Now he gets to just sit and watch all his friends bounce:( I thought things were looking up when we went back into the party room for pizza and cake. What could go wrong with pizza and cake? First bite into the pizza and he bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. We worked through that and moved on to the cake. He dropped his piece on the floor. To a 5 year old, the world might as well end at this point.
Wyatt is the owner of the floppy balls. And my poor mother the victim. Wyatt had just finished his pee pee in the potty and was running back into the living room in just a shirt so that I could put his diaper on. Mom remarked on the cute little naked tushi as Wyatt went streaking past. This is when Wyatt's heretofore unknown exhibitionism makes an appearance. Grandma was obviously impressed with his tushi, so he decided to turn it to her and shake it. Grandma laughed at that and so he took it to the next level. He spread his legs, put his forehead on the floor, and shook his parts at her. Who knew he even knew how to accomplish that degree of manly wiggle?
And finally to Ethan again for the nose. I was giving the boys their bubble bath on Sunday night. Ethan accidentally splashed a big blob of bubbles on his nose. We had a little giggle about the silliness of it all and he asked me, and I quote "Mommy? Does it look like a Fuck in my nose?" OMG. What did you say? I thought surely I had heard him wrong. I don't have any idea what he meant to say, but my sweet little boy did not just say THAT word! It didn't even make sense. So he repeated himself. I said What? So he repeated himself. WHAT? This went on for a little while. Until I, still not believing him, asked him if he was saying fuck. And he said Yes. And I asked, No, are you saying fuck? and he said Yes. And this went on for a while too. I simply could not believe that my child was saying that word! Over and over again. And I was saying it right back to him, over and over again. I finally gave up when the 2 year old chimed in to confirm what he was saying. No No No. My ears melted off right there in the bathroom. Whatever you two are saying, never never say it again!!