After spending all day in the ER with Peanut yesterday after a toddler meets side table incident I was awakened this morning with this little gem:
"MOMMY! I NEED YOU TO GET UP AND WIPE MY TUSHIE!"
Can you stand it? I mean really, the glamour is overwhelming. I bet Brad and Angelina don't get up and wipe tushies. Well, they're so perfect and glam I bet their kids don't even poop. Or they have a nanny who has the specific task of wiping tushies and never allowing Brad and Angie to know anything about something as foul as poop.
I need a nanny like that. Eh, I'd take any kind of nanny. As long as she works for free. Oh wait! That's not a nanny. That's a grandma. I have one of those! Lucky me!
But I still have to deal with the poop.
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I totally was thinking this morning no joke, "I think it would be nice to have a nanny just for the luxury of sleeping in"
ReplyDelete...plus kaleia couldn't fall asleep until after 2 am this morning.