"Where did you get hurt?" I asked, kissing his head.He pointed to his rear end, crying.
"Oh, you hurt your rumpus? I'm sorry buddy," I said.He shook his head and wiped his eyes.
"No, Dad, my bottom."- 1 December 2013
Two parents raising three boys. It's not quiet. It's not clean. It's not pretty. But it is a lot of fun!
"Where did you get hurt?" I asked, kissing his head.He pointed to his rear end, crying.
"Oh, you hurt your rumpus? I'm sorry buddy," I said.He shook his head and wiped his eyes.
"No, Dad, my bottom."- 1 December 2013
"What?!"Logan stood up and turned around, mouth agape.
"You mean the toilet survived that big giant poo?"Sorry to disappoint you, especially if you were trying to destroy it with your five-year-old butt.
"Dad, when are we going camping?" Logan asked, excitedly.
"Sometime this summer," I said.
"How about Spring the 20th?" he suggested.I nearly ran off the road from laughing. Besides, I was thinking more around Summer the 15th.
"What o'clock is it?" he asked.I'm not sure if I'm amused or upset that I knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Now all I have to do is poop in the morning," Logan said, drying off his hands.
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, then I'll be done with my potty list. It's all the things I want to do on the potty."Mazel tov.
"I saved the cheese heart sandwich thing for you too," Logan said, proudly. "It kind of tastes really bad," he added.Wow, I really don't know what to say except, thanks...I think.