I've Been Tagged. But Not in the Way You Think.

"You Want Coffee With That?"


*****WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT INVOLVING BODILY FUNCTIONS a.k.a. The Theme of Life With Little Boys *****
(Those readers whose sensibilities are upset by such should STOP READING NOW.)

If you read Katy's entry yesterday, you learned of her ordeal involving the bodily functions of toddlers and their uncanny ability to overlook the disgusting nature of their...products.

Yes, THAT'S how I got tagged this morning when I went in to get the boys out of bed.

Little Bit had taken off his diaper, "produced", and then apparently participated in some sort of perverse "mud"-wrestling match involving each and every stuffed animal along with the entire bed and the surrounding area. While I was standing there formulating a plan of action to clean the child, to keep the mess contained, and keep myself as poo-free as possible, he reached down, scooped up a handful and presented it to me as if he was sharing his treasure with only me just because he loves me sooooo much. Thanks babe, but I think I'll pass.

Now I have extra laundry and carpet cleaning on the agenda this morning. Ughhhh.

(Oh, I forgot to mention, if you laughed, or even cracked a smile at this story....YOU'RE NEXT! Apparently that's how this one passes - no pun intended. Thanks Katy.)