The two year old has been up at least six times already and just to add an extra umph to the wearing of nerves, she's decided to wear her shiny, black patent leather shoes, with HEALS, to bed...so now I have..."click-clack, click-clack, click-clack...MOMMY, PEE-PEE!"
And, since we're kinda on the topic...I may not have learned how to get the two year old to stay in bed, but I SURE DID learn how to reinvigorate the five year old with reading practice. If you are not fond of potty humor you may like to click off this page now and come back tomorrow.
O.K., you've been warned.
This was last week's book of the week for W. to have ready to read by Friday.
Well, after having grown up with three brothers and now having three sons a natural instinct hit me immediately after reading the very first page of this book. And that instinct was...to add the word "poop" after the word "go." Please, click away as needed. I'm simply going to forward this link to my brothers and we'll be done with it! (-:
We only added the word out loud once, after that it was totally just implied with these words and we laughed and we laughed and we laughed...every single one of us.
I mean c'mon, "he will get gas!!!!" Hysterical!
(Folks, this has been a VERY long journey to get me to this point, those of you with girls will N.O.T. understand!)
He's gonna go in his RIG, siiiiiick Dad, that's disgusting!
Oh, and then of course, gotta zip up!
Certainly Mom will have much more sense than Dad than to participate in any of that madness...
Eww, Mom...not you TOO!!
Please, NO...
Ah man, not you too, Tim, and in your jet none the less!
And thus concludes this decade's potty humor.
Sorry!
(-:
And can you imagine, William had to go to school and read that to his teacher with a straight face, HA!
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