Today's breakfast had an unusual twist. Joey was enjoying some sort of fudge-filled pop tart pastry. When I saw him walking to his room I noticed a smudge near his ankle that was.... well... brown, dry, and crusty.
I said "Oh my God... Joey, what the hell is on your ankle? Is it poop?"
"Nah... " he said confidently, "It's pop tart!" Then he twisted around almost trying to moon me and pointed to his little behind with his thumb and said "Poop is in my butt!"
1 comment:
oh. my. god.
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