No joke. This morning as I was trying to get the boys ready for school… Tater yells at me from the bathroom.
Tater: Come here mom
Mom: I’m busy (** besides, he can wipe himself, I really don’t want to know why he wants me in the bathroom**)
Tater: Mom, you got to come see this
Mom: What is it?
Tater: My poop looks like a Tie Fighter from Star Wars
Mom: Cool. (** better to say that than what I’m thinking **)
Tater: I’m done.
Mom: Wipe, flush and get out here… we gotta get going.
No joke… 5 minutes later…
Mom: Where are you? Why aren’t you dressed yet?
Tater: I’m in here.
Mom: Where is here?
Tater: The bathroom.
Sigh… I’m telling you, it is never, ever dull in this household.
is all I heard once I picked up Tater from the school bus stop yesterday afternoon. After I got him to stop for a minute I found out why he was repeating it. He wanted to remember how to spell it so he could do an internet search on dinosaur farts. No joke. He wanted to watch the video. After making him redo some work from school that he messed up… I found it for him. Here it is for your viewing pleasure:
And this is what you get to enjoy when you have boys for children… sigh… Worse part… I had to laugh. It was funny.
