Last evening, my eldest offspring was having some tummy issues, and she was very, how shall I say it?
Let’s call it aromatic.
Anywho, it was rolling up on bedtime, and 1doh decided that she wanted to get into 2doh’s bed with 2doh and mommy so they could have the bedtime ritual together, that ritual consisting of song singing and teaching the kids to say "Kyle Busch is a douchbag."
So there they sit, and all of sudden GBD notes a hint of something unpleasant in the air and looks to 1doh, who says "I tooted mommy."
(GBD said to herself "Really?")
And then 1doh got an odd look on her face.
She stood up, looked at GBD funny, then said "I think I pooped in my pants mommy," and proceeded to do her best to turn around and pull out her pajama waistband to look and see if she had done just that.
She looked back at GBD in disbelief and uttered "How on earth did THAT happen?"
Like father, like daughter.
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