On Sunday I let Hubby sleep in. This man can sleep like a college kid, and since he was up all night playing Wii, I thought, "why not." Like I have said before, I just have such a sweet nature it is shameful at times. Really.
He finally arose (is that a word?) at an embarrassingly late hour, the kids are all super excited and jumping up and down happy to see him, Tess is begging to be held, and he dotes on them for all of two seconds, comes in the kitchen made a fajita and then disappears again.
I walk into our bedroom and say,"Hello? Where are you and what are you doing?!" to which Hubby yells back, "I am trying to go to the bathroom!"
For some reason, this pissed me off (he had been asleep all morning and I knew this would be a 45 minute process), so I say, "GOD you're an asshole!!"
So yesterday, Bram went to go "poo-poo" and then I got the precious yell, "I'M DONE!!" And you mommies know what that means. Good times. So I go in there to help him finish up.
As I walk in the bathroom, the 400 lb man eating canned dog food "poo-poo" smell hits me like a freight train and I say, "Dude, you are so your dad, ewwww!"
To which Bram responds, "Yep, I poop like a real asshole!"
Nice. Out of the mouths of babes.