My brother and I share the same birthday because our parents were faithful to having sex on their anniversary. Tonight we went out for dinner and Snowflake was so loud and teradactyl-like I actually started to cry because some butchy moo-cows gave me a dirty look. I told him he would have none of the Coldstone. NONE.
We came home.
"Mom! Mom! I have to poop," he exclaims.
I send him upstairs and he summons me after a few seconds telling me he pooped and peed.
"That is awesome, Trueby, awesome," I say.
Afterwards he jumps into my arms and says,
"I'm a good pooper! I'm a hoppin' turd! Woof! Woof!"
He's eating cake right now.
4 comments:
Sending warm Canadian hugs your way! :)
Butchy moo-cows are that way because they are unhappy with themselves and need to displace some of their unhappiness and project it on others. No worries...they're just butchy moo-cows.
At the end of the day, despite the loud, teradactyl behaviour, SF is still the lovable, sweet, cute, good pooper, hopping turd! LOL! That kid cracks me up! :)
Happy day after! :) Hope you had some good cake and a nice glass of wine (or something)!
That's a funny story. "I'm a good pooper!" Classic.
I hate those glares from old bitties. They have just forgotten what it is like! Their loss. Hope you had an awesome birthday and give that super duper pooper a high five for me!
That little hoppin turd is the best birthday present a hot mamma could ask for.
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