So i seriously never know what is going to happen when i leave my children at home with their father. Saturday morning i got up early to look around at some local consignment sales. I got home at 10:30am. My soon to be three year old, comes running up to me and says this, "Mommy, my poop flies!" And how am i supposed to reply to this?
Although i was absent, the story goes something like this: Daniel took Atley and Ava outside to play before it got so dog-breath hot outside. Evidently Atley told Daniel he needed to pee. Well, i suppose thinking we need to teach our son that the whole of creation is his personal urinal, he told Atley to just pee outside. Well daniel went to pull Atley's pants down only for a big fat turd to come rolling down his leg and hit the ground. So Daniel, being the smart and ever so talented father and husband that he is, immediately goes and gets a shovel, scoops up the turd and sends it flying across the fence (probably into the neighbors yard, but i didn't ask because i really don't want to know. Atley, witnessing this really cool event, immediately throws his arms up in the air and proclaims, "My poop flies!"
Now how do i undo this one? Anyone...???
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2 comments:
wonderful. that's just great. I'm rethinking the parenthood thing, now.
-fulty
Kitty, i hate to tell you but this is just the tip of the iceberg. At least their good for a laugh. :)
Mandy
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