I hear trickling from the corner of the room. I look and Kelsie is plopped down on her princess potty taking care of business. Then she gets up all of the sudden, turns around, looks at it and says, "look daddy, it's a snake!" And she was right, sort of. So disturbing.
I'm putting her in bed and I said, "what's daddy gunna have to do if baby keeps getting out of bed?" Kelsie: "spank! But, daddy, you're gunna get poop on your hand."
You're welcome, world.
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