The other day she came walking out of the bathroom "Mom, my poop looked like smashed potatoes". Today she said "it smells like brother has diaper gravy". Is it me or do you see a trend? I'll think twice now as I cook dinner. Don't worry, I don't get ambitious enough to cook often.
Off to help her finish memorizing her bible verses for AWANAS tomorrow. ...and clean ALL the nice illustrations Max's son did on my bathroom floor (the parts he missed cleaning as a punishment). Not with brown finger paints....thank goodness...MARKER, yeah....markers I can deal with...and I'll be thinking about how it could have been worse.
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