The Little Lady: Da-da, I got poop.
Hubby: What?
TLL: Poop!
Hubby: Baby, what are you saying?
TLL: [patting herself on her diapered bottom, two inches away from Hubby's face] I GOT POOP! POOP! GOT THAT? POOOOOOoooooooop!
*I was already laughing at the link Suburban Correspondent posted, but, this was classic!*
Hubby: [after diaper change] I didn't know she could talk!
Girl, I really don't know how you do it with your hubs. I think I would have plotted his murder by now. You're a saint!
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