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I hate it when you change the clocks (freakin' daylight savings time) and the children refuse to participate. "It's five AM." I calmly explain. "No." they disagree, "It's six AM. Good morning. Will there be pancakes?"
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I hate it when you suffer a poopy-diaper blowout so severe your child must come home from your trip to the gym naked, save for his coat.
He's like a baby flasher! |
and his entire outfit, right down to the shoes, has to come home in plastic, diaper-disposal baggies.
It was not pretty, folks. |
I just fix the rhyme scheme! Drives me crazy, too!
ReplyDeletewow poor coby ..hope he feels better really soon
ReplyDelete"Baby flasher" LOL.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your sense of humor.
I hope your little guy got better as quickly as he got sick.
Debra aphotographicmemory.typepad.com
I did the same exact thing in regards to baby flashing just the other day...my son was in Physical Therapy and my daughter had a good one!
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