"Mom?"
Didn't I just say that sharting isn't funny?
Hmpf.
Spoke to soon.
My son is 11. Today I went to school around noon and picked him up cuz he didn't feel well. I actually had a feeling that he wasn't going to feel good before he went to school today. I've been sick since Monday and, apparently, there is something going around. He's been sleeping on/off most of the afternoon. He's on the couch in the family room now, and a little while ago he farted. Or so we thought.
"Mom? I think I need you to wash my pajama bottoms."
Ewwwwwww.
(poor guy)
posted by Martha in CA @ 6:10 PM
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ooooh. Story time. I need to blog this, but since I've alreayd blogged tonight, I'll write it here for now. A few weeks ago, Ian pooped his pants. "IAN!" I bellowed. "Why don't you just GO TO THE BATHROOM instead of waiting 'til it's too late?" I was incensed.
He burst into tears.
"MOMMMMMMMMMMMY," he wailed. "I thought it was a fart, but it came out POOP!"
oh.
Bwahahahaha!!
Wait.
That's not funny!
(well, yeah, it is as long as I don't have to deal with it!)
Poor Ian!
Oooh poor both of them!
~Heidi...trying not to laugh out loud...
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