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.
Wait until his horizons expand further than the bathroom… then you won’t hear anything. And really, I don’t know which is better…
sell it on ebay
Pam: Oh my…
Sticks: That is just gross. And it would probably sell which is worse.
All I can think is, damn, that must’ve hurt coming out. Unless it was one of those poops that pretzels itself on it’s way out. Or coiled up like the cinnabuns on the sides of Princess Leia’s head… okay, I’ll stop now.
And thank you for not providing us with a picture. The visuals we create in our heads are bad enough.
ROFL! We’ve not had an “my poop looks like something” incident yet! Mostly, it’s “mom, I pooped, come unclog the toilet!”
You need to add an email subscribe to your blog (unless you have it and I missed it)…I don’t use RSS readers (not that you need to do that just for me, but I’m just sayin’)
D Dave: That was bad. I actually saw it but the visuals I can create in my head are much worse.
Kim: Glad you had a good laugh. BTW, I added an email subscribe to the right sidebar about half way down. Great idea. Thanks!
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