Josiah Steiner...pickup line extraordanaire

Ok, so this is Dan infiltrating the Steiner family blog. Something happened tonight that Anna wanted me to post. I don't have any pictures to go with it so you will have you use your imagination. Here's the setting...after our pastor's summer series on Wednesday evenings this summer I take a van load of students to Wendy's for Frosty's. Others will drive themselves and we all enjoy chocolate ice cream goodness together. Tonight I decided to take Josiah with us, which obviously is a thrill for him because he loves being around the students; especially those of the female variety. So, after knocking Hannah's Frosty on the ground while waiting in line (she was standing there holding her tray with a Frosty on it when Josiah decided to ask "What's that?" while putting his hand on her tray. She didn't quite expect him to do that, the tray tipped past the point of no return, and the rest is history. She did get another Frosty as the lady at the counter showed great amounts of sympathy). Back to the main story. We get our Frosty's and go find a seat at a table. Right behind us is a round table full of girls. About three bites into his ice cream Josiah decides to get up and talk to the girls at the round table. They ask if he wants to sit with them. He turns around and heads back to his rightful seat next to me (good man). We pound knuckles and he says "Solid!" The girls are offended that he didn't want to come sit by them. To add insult to injury, Josiah gets down from his seat and goes back to the round table of great noisyness. I'm not paying much attention, but between the giggles and requests for him to reconsider sitting by them I hear a squeaky, pre-adolescent voice cry out, "I toot myself!" Shocked and amazed the girls don't know whether to laugh, cry, or run for cover. Just as I turn around, not quite believing that he is actually having this conversation with a group of teenage girls, I hear the same squecky voice ask, "Can you smell it?" By this point there is no mistaking the fact that everyone around is keyed into what this little man is saying to get such a response from the girls. As if it couldn't get any better than has already taken place a third question proceeds from his little lungs, "You wanna smell me?" He did it! The trifecta of offensiveness...yet the girls loved it! All the teenage guys in the room were taking notes, astounded that it was even possible to say such things and not get hit. After the commotion died down a bit one of the girls turned to me and asked, "Dan, what are you teaching your son?" A bit offended, I did what every good dad would do in this situation. I replied, "Me? He got that from his mom."