that the day I am determined to potty train Alex, and put underwear on him, is the day he has explosive diarrhea.
I don't get paid enough.....
some days you want pecans, some days you want walnuts...and some days you just get stuck with peanuts.
wait! you get PAID?
ReplyDeleteI've learned not to say things out loud so that Satan can't get wind of my plans and interfere with explosive diarrhea and whatnot. :)
ReplyDeleteI've had more than my share of explosive diarrhea moments today so I'm with ya!
Kristin
Oh no :( BTW...you're getting paid? ;)
ReplyDeleteYeah, you're getting paid??? Where do I sign up for that???
ReplyDeleteLisa (Kristin's friend)
ps-Sorry to hear about the potty training woes.Of course, it wouldn't be potty training in its fullest splendor if there weren't a few woes.
Well, I usually get paid with the little gold nuggets that fall out of the diapers.
ReplyDeleteEwwwwwwwwww....wwwwwweeeee ^ never mind I don't want to get paid ;)
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