Please know that if you ever call me, you run the risk of overhearing what one of my co-workers heard this morning:
"Mom, I'm a tooty-monster. I tooted. Whoa... it stinks!"
Also know that if, while you are emerging from the ladies room in a public place, you happen to pass me escorting JJ, who has already declared that he has to poop, you may also be treated to a cheery:
I know, because both of these things happened today. I have no idea who is raising this child.
6 years ago