Loathe, loathe, loathe his nonchalance when it comes to controlling his...um...spray. He just flat out refuses to hold the thing, and instead just stands there with his hands on his hips directing the stream with a little lean here and a little thrust there. Then when the god-awful port-a-potty smell starts to eminate from the bathroom midweek, he denies making any mess, denies not holding it, denies not shooting at the cobwebs in the corner, denies making the puddles around the base, and denies stepping in and then tracking the stuff from his stepstool through the rest of the house!!!
AAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!! BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, he's on KP duty now -- and from here to eternity, as far as I'm concerned, you grubby little boy!
4 comments:
Nice! I love it, can't wait until my boy GETS to do that. Looks like he is enjoying himself!
Oh, Merr, careful what you wish for. ;P
Lizzy, my digital camera doesn't have a mic, so you either get video OR you get an audio stream, AND on those days that I'm feeling particularly techy, I'll combine the two in a sort of makeshift, not nearly quite in synch, very badly dubbed old Ninja movie style version. But neither of us deserves that much pain, so I'm working on upgrading soon.
Jo Anna
Oh the joy of a boy... We Never had a boy .... Both your kids are so gorgeous :-)
Kiles,
Unfortunately, boy also rhymes with "ploy," "coy," and "annoy." :P
Thanks for your sweet comments.
Jo Anna
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