We have this entity in the house known as the wash monster (who looks eerily like my husband). The lights in the bathroom go out and when they come on again there he is with his growly voice and bathes the children to their delight.
At dinner we sometimes talk about him and his appending arrival, tonight however the conversation took a slight turn.
Me: Hey guys, when I was making dinner tonight I heard a strange noise coming from upstairs. It was a rumbling noise....
G: Oh Mommy, that was Quinn going poop.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment