April 01, 2007
I Can't Escape It
Chit-chatting with Billi on the phone this evening.
Billi: Yeah, we just stayed home and -- Oh my GOD!
PW: What?!
B: The Boy Child just tooted! Boy Child, was that you?
PW: Holy crap, that was him?
B: Did you hear that?
PW: Dude, Marlee Matlin heard that!
B: Oh, my God, it reeks! Boy Child, do you have to poop? It smells like you have to poop. Go poop! Now!
PW: Like father, like son.
B: Well, go sit on the potty and try.
PW: So. You were saying?
B: What were we talking about? That toot erased my memory.
PW: I think, what you guys did this weekend.
B: Oh, yeah. Actually, we didn't do much. Brad went to... Did you flush? Do you need me to wipe you?
PW: What?
B: Boy Child.
PW: Oh. Did he poop?
B: He sure did!
PW: Excellent.
Never did find out what she did this weekend, but there was probably tooting involved. And poop.
Comments
Tooting and poop. Sounds like a weekend with the new puppy.
Posted by: Snippy Bitch at April 6, 2007 06:16 PM