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My DNA and Spare Time.....Deadly Combo

I think Kirk should have had DNA testing done to see if my eggs would carry forth the insaneness in my head to our blessed chilren. It's a little late for that now but hindsight is always 20/20.

Donovan runs up to me yesterday screaming, "Nose! Nose!". I said, "What about it? You have one." He then pushed one nostril shut and blew a tic tac out the other one.

I was looking for potty training ideas on the web for Donovan. I'm pretty sure the Cheerios in the toilet/Aim for them technique won't work for him. He'll reach in and eat them. Before AND after the deed is done. I saw something about putting blue food dye in the water then showing them when they pee it turns yellow. Yeah, I don't know about that one. The bribing them with candy one sounds like a doable. The boy loves his chocolate.

There was a Spiderman Potty Training page at Pampers and I sent it to my husband cause he likes Spidey (and I thought he would like Spidey helping Donovan learn how to pee in the potty). Actual email conversation. Word for word.

ME: LOL Maybe this will help get Donovan ready to be potty trained
(I included a link to the page in the email and was referring to it)

HUSBAND: I wonder if it stinks in potty land.

ME: with Spiderman there I am sure it doesn't - he'll keep things nice

HUSBAND: Are you kidding? He’s a college student living in a 400 square foot studio apartment who goes to school during the day, and fights crime at night. He bangs Mary Jane, and visits his aunt in his spare time so when does he have time to clean?

Husband: 1
Wife: 0

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