While wiping The Ambassador's derrière:
THE AMBASSADOR: I want to see da poopy in da nakin.
ME: (WIPING) You want to see the poopy what...?
THE AMBASSADOR: I want to see da poopy in da nakin.
ME: (STILL WIPING) I don't understand.
THE AMBASSADOR: (EXASPERATED) I WANT TO SEE DA POOPY IN DA NAKIN!
ME: Okay, look, I'm not deaf. I don't understand you. You want to see the poopy in the... what?
THE AMBASSADOR: NAKIN!
ME: Nakin.
THE AMBASSADOR: (PLEASED) Yes. In da nakin.
ME: Uhhh... OH! The poop on the napkin? On the wipe?
THE AMBASSADOR: YES!
ME: Here.
THE AMBASSADOR: Dat not much poopy.
ME: Well, there was a lot on the first one, but I kept wiping and...
THE AMBASSADOR: (CUTTING ME OFF) Whoa, whoa, whoa... dat LOT infumation.
ME: Too much information?
THE AMBASSADOR: Yeah.
Me: Okay.
THE AMBASSADOR: Yeah. Okay.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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7 comments:
ROTFLMAO. Almost literally.
Charlotte needs me to show her her poop every time I change her. I'll have already closed up the dirty diaper and she'll demand I open it so she can check it out. I guess it is some kind of freakish human nature.
When Taylor was on the potty the other day, I asked if she had any poops in her tummy that needed to come out. She said, "no, poops sleeping mommy". :)
priceless. =)
Pictures, or it never happened...
I've missed you and this is awesome to come back to!!! Hilarious!!
Dying of laughter at this!
But, I know you'll remove this from the archives when The Ambassador is a teenager and wants to read his Mom's early work.
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