It's 3AM, I can't be the only one awake.

Yesterday my son pooped on my shoe!  He was so proud.  He looked up at me and said, “Mommy, I go poopy.”  I looked down and sure enough, there it was, on my shoe.  Right out of his butt, down his commando legs and right out the bottom of his pants. Plop!  I said “Good Job Booker!” I couldn’t burst his bubble. 

 

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