Sunday, December 27, 2009

Pass the wipes

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!


  1. 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!