Today Jason Mraz's new album "We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things" came out. I've had some of the pre-released songs for a few weeks and have been enjoying them. Got the rest today and was not disappointed. Love that "J."
Today it also rained a bunch and turned everything outside majorly soggy. Alex had four friends show up to play and I only agreed because they swore they'd stay outside and wouldn't come in. Fat chance. So after about 10 minutes, I had already denied three requests to come in for various reasons. Finally I had to let one friend, "J" (I'll leave the rest of his name anonymous) in to use the bathroom. Well, he tracked wet, grassy, muddy feet all the way to the bathroom and was in there for over 10 minutes. I started getting a little nervous. But then he finally came out and ran back out with the rest of the nut jobs. Crisis averted...or so I thought.
Today it also rained a bunch and turned everything outside majorly soggy. Alex had four friends show up to play and I only agreed because they swore they'd stay outside and wouldn't come in. Fat chance. So after about 10 minutes, I had already denied three requests to come in for various reasons. Finally I had to let one friend, "J" (I'll leave the rest of his name anonymous) in to use the bathroom. Well, he tracked wet, grassy, muddy feet all the way to the bathroom and was in there for over 10 minutes. I started getting a little nervous. But then he finally came out and ran back out with the rest of the nut jobs. Crisis averted...or so I thought.
A few minutes later I passed by the bathroom to intercept Alex and friends trying to sneak their puddle soaked bodies in through the garage. After busting them, I noticed a distinct poo smell in the back hallway. Well, I figured it was because "J" had just used the bathroom---just like the book says, everyone poops, so no big deal.
Except that when I went it there, it was like a poo bomb went off. The kid is 8 1/2 years old---don't most kids know how to manage their poo by then? There was poo on the toilet, the outside toilet seat, the floor in three spots (I'm talking chunkage here), and a bunch on the rug in front of the sink. WHAT HAPPENED? It was like "J" had a wrestling match with poo, and poo won. An uncontested victory. GROSS! I imagine his mom will have a shock when it comes time to wash those undies. Or maybe not. But I am definitely not loving that "J" today.
2 comments:
OH MY GOODNESS!! I can't wait for my boy to be old enough to have poo flinging friends over (insert sarcasm). Or maybe my house won't be the cool one to hang out at and I'll avoid that kind of fun. Yikes!!!
YUCK!!! Can't wait until Trenton has friends that are boys. For this first 6 1/2 years he has been surrounded by girls, not quite as messy and stinky as little boys.
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