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So sick. Sore throat. Migraine. Can't sleep.

Things said in my house the last few days (I was just going to post them Sarah, GSS, then I saw your post about the shopping trip with the kids LOL). Anywhoo.....

"Is it just me or does this shampoo smell like farts? I don't remember it smelling like ass. Great now my hair's gonna smell like one of Peanut's diapers." - Me (my loving, sharing husband dropped ass in the misty, humid bathroom and I'd like to say thanks)

"Stop touching my butt please!" - Me to the 3 1/2 yr old Monkey Boy who was playing in the shower while I washed my hair. He also tried to fill his cup with water that was coming down my back and off my butt. He was giggling as he was "catching the water from your booty Mommy". I have a booty ya know.

"I hear toothpaste" - Monkey Boy (they have a toothpaste dispenser that plays music for the allotted amount of time they are to brush - it was 3am and he was asleep when he said this)

"I DID IT MOMMY! YAY PEANUT!!" - Peanut as she smooshed her hand into her poopie crotch before I could get the wipe there. And let me tell you, she is lightening fast, I had that damn thing a 1/2 in. from her and wham! there was her hand getting all sorts of grossed up. Little shit.

Comments

We had another one yesterday.

Claudia said "Daddy, do you have a butt?"

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