I woke Connor up this morning, the slug-a-bed monkey, and as he's scratching his rear end, he says, "My butt's all cracky." Oh. My. Word. I'm surrounded by heathens! It's no wonder I have no aspirations to the country club.
Monday, October 6, 2008
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Isn't everyones butt a little cracky, yes some more than others, but still cracky. He would fit in well at truck stops and sea ports.
Tell it like it is, that's every kid's motto. No tact whatsoever.
Hey, we grew up on the fart jokes and we turned out OK. It's just a matter of developing a sense of when to say things and when to shut up. Three year olds get the priviledge of saying anything, anytime.
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