Kicking some Boston Butt

I woke up early this morning to being cooking a Boston Butt on my grill.  It took around 4 hours to complete.  I started off by rubbing my butt (ok, now that I got that out of the way).  I started off by covering every inch of the meat with a homemade rub.  Then I took a handful of hickory chips and wrapped what looked like a tin foil burrito (I made 5 of these).  I got the grill going at around 325 degrees, placed a hickory burrito into the flame, and placed the Boston Butt on the grill.  I had to replace the hickory burritos once every hour.  4 hours later was juicy goodness.

My favorite part of making the BBQ was all the "Butt" jokes.  
James:  "Mom, dad is outside rubbing his butt with spices
Me:  "Boys, who wants to bite my butt?
Nolan: "Dad, your butt is yummy"
Levi:  "I'm biting dad's Butt"
Heather:  "You are all ridiculous"

James and the middle finger

Tonight during dinner I asked my boys how their day was, and James decided to tell a story.

"Dad, on the bus there is a boy, and he is like this."  James holds up both his hands with each middle finger bend down.  "He only has 8 fingers.  Some of my friends are afraid of him, but I'm not.  I think he is nice.  I think that's the way all peoples hands should be.  Dad, did you know that the middle finger is a cuss word.  I think God made him like that because God loves him, and he made it easy for him to not say cuss words.