A few minutes ago, while I was checking my email, Grant came up to me and said, "Mom, look at my weiner. It is standing like a statue again." Well......maybe if your hand wasn't on it, it might not be so tall. Huh?
Fast forward to Grace, Grant and I sitting on the couch. Grace proceeded to tell me that Grant needed to be potty trained again. He looked at her with a look of shock. Then she said, "Well, if you got your poop in the toilet...." To which he replied that he does get it in the toilet. Then she said, "Well, maybe you get it IN the toilet, but maybe if you didn't rub your butt all over the seat.." Seriously? Where do my kids get these things?
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