So Simon is mid potty training. I guess that means he uses the potty 70% of the time. Not too shabby for 2 1/2 and a boy. (My older 2 didn't even give it a shot until they were 3.) We're standing next to the potty and I am about to get his clothes off and he bends down and before I know it, plants a big, wet kiss on the toilet. EWWWWWWWWWW..... Good Lord... What does that foreshadow? Raging alcoholic, later to worship at the porcelain throne? Major weirdo that will never leave home and would live in our basement if we didn't live in Texas where they refuse to give us basements?
At least I can tell the future Mrs. Simon. I have that card in my pocket....
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