B is taking his sweet time. When I tried to open the door this time, I said "Seriously? We need to change your poo schedule." How is it possible that at the exact time the littles need to bathe, the teen-thing is taking a crap, every night? Should I try fiber to push things up to morning for him? So that it's convenient for me?
Porter knocks on the door and says "Brother, I'm serious. Are you serious?"
"Yes, Po."
"Well, are you going pee or poo?" Enquiring minds want to know. As if we couldn't tell from the hallway.
"Poo."
"Seriously? Is that the deal? (I love my kid.) Get out of town," Porter suggested what we were all thinking.
"Po, leave me alone."
"Well, then get out of the bathroom." A logical solution.
Whoop...gotta go. Bathroom is free. Better jump on that.
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