So, I am on the phone today (with a doctor, not a personal call people!), and I hear those words that I really have learned to loathe: "Mooooooooooooom, we neeeeeeeeeeeeeed you". As I am trying to listen to what the assistant is telling me in one ear, I hear more words, words that I now loathe even more than those first words: "we're in the baaaaaaathroom". Oh shit. This cannot be good.
I complete my call, take a deep breath and climb the stairs, like a dead man walking. Please no mess, please no mess, please no mess. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
OK, I walk in to see the following: one child, the only one armed with a penis, standing in front of the toilet with a dumbfounded look, hanging on to said penis. The other child, who shall remain anonymous, is sitting on the little potty like she owns the thing. She says: "I was just sitting here minding my own business and then HE came in and started peeing and sprayed all over me and everything. My clothes are soaking wet. Can I still wear them? Will they stink? And look, I did a huge poop in here!!! Wipe my butt."
Well now, if that isn't a nice "how do you do", I do not know what is! Let the weekend begin!
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Hilarious!!!!
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