*While looking at his Z is for Zamboni book*
Trusty Husband: What letter is that?
The Boy: B
Trusty Husband: What does B stand for?
The Boy: two Bobbys
Trusty Husband: And what are the two Bobbys?
To make the day even more special, we were having lunch at the Johnny Rockets* in South Center Mall this afternoon and I asked the boy if he had to go potty.? He said yes.? We went to the washroom, I went first and then.? THEN! my child peed on the potty.? In. a. public. place!? I think I may have cried a little.
Oh, and to the makers of my Pfizer Gold.? I mis-spoke earlier in accusing you in supplying me with bunk pills.? It is, in fact, a cold.? Given to me by the carrier monkey himself.? Did that stop me from shopping for shoes or playing golf.? Hell Noes.? Did I buy shoes?? Sadly, no.? I blame the makers of Advil Cold and Sinus.
*Hey, it’s better than Rainforest Crapfe