Trickery

*Disclaimer... This post is about poop.

**2nd Disclaimer... I will, I imagine, from time to time have such posts, as I live with 3 boys.


Carter has tricked me about six times over the last two weeks in the bathtub.  Pooping each and every time.  I can count on two fingers the number of times Cooper ever pooped in the tub.  And, we are not talking about sneaky kind of tricks here.  Nope, all the tell-tale signs...

-Funny kind of grin on his face.
-Standing up and then... squatting in the water.
-And finally, enormous rumbles coming from his backside in the water.

You would think, as have I, that I would have caught on by now.  Nope, again.  I keep believing he can't possibly be doing THAT again.  No way.  Tricky, tricky.  Well played, Carter.  Your mommy should have her "Mommy card" revoked. 

My tub is officially the cleanest in the county.

Moving on.

Too much information you say?  Nonsense.  Moving on...

Cooper had a moment the other night.  He thought he would be funny and direct a flatulent moment towards his mommy.  Turns out, the joke was on him.  All over him, in fact.  I would have laughed harder had it not been for the fact that I had to clean up the disaster.  How does this happen to a four year old, some of you non-mommy types might ask?  I blame too much cantaloupe for lunch.  Happens to the best of them.

Cory has been noticeably absent during these, um, we will go with, "ripe" incidents.  He has valid excuses for each and every moment.  Not that it excuses him.  He could have the decency to take a turn in the sewer of parenthood.


Love & Laughter,
abby