The following are unscripted stories documenting my experiences as a mommy. I write about all the things I am passionate about, faith, family and frugality. Welcome to Mommyville.
the superintendant of the school pulls up to your husband in the garage to tell him that your three (and a half) year old son is in the front yard with his pants down...pooping.
HA!! I love that story! BOTH Bubba and TM pooped on the SIDEWALK in Rome...and they were eight and six. The water affected them adversely and public restrooms are hard to find. Besides, I'd rather pooper-scoop than clean out poopy underwear!
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hope you have a pooper scooper. it's against the law here in town to leave that stuff laying around :))
he he.
um, yeah, dh took care of it...I still can't believe I am the mother of a child who pooped in the front yard.
Too funny!! I am from a small town and I totally know what you mean. My mom always says you can't poop without everyone knowing the color of it. haha
HA!! I love that story! BOTH Bubba and TM pooped on the SIDEWALK in Rome...and they were eight and six. The water affected them adversely and public restrooms are hard to find. Besides, I'd rather pooper-scoop than clean out poopy underwear!
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