Sweet boy #3 had 8 poopy diapers in one day this week. And the funny thing was how he reacted. Every time he would poop again he got this incredulous and disgusted look upon his sweet face and would shout out: “POOPY! CHANGE!” He was so upset. Couldn’t understand how it all just kept coming and coming without his permission. Ah the strange things that make a mother laugh.
I turned on the oven to…oh yeah, bake something! And six pens and pencils fell out of the door when I opened it to put the food in. I shone the flashlight around looking for more surprises and it all looked clear, so I put my dish inside. But the house began to smell. Didn’t check the broiler at the bottom, and apparently a bic pen can completely liquefy in fifteen minutes. Good to know.
But the winner this week. We were going through the McDonald’s drive through and the hunky hubby spotted one of the local high school’s homecoming princesses in full regalia including crown. “Oh look, a princess.” He declared. But sweet boy #2 was too short to see her. “I didn’t see the princess!” and he burst into tears of pure emotional agony. Our ice cream was coming too slowly and the princess was just grabbing her burger and rushing out the door. So the hunky hubby seized our ice cream and sped out of the drive through and into the parking lot. Just as the princess’s car was pulling out he lept out of our vehicle and shouted out: “My kids want to see the princess!” Her parents stopped the car and a pretty Hispanic girl graciously got out and came over to peer into our window. Her crown sparkled and her dress was lovely and all three boys were awed. But she looked just a tad confused. “Their all boys,” she said before getting back into her car to enjoy her burger. Boys, yes. But a real princess simply cannot be missed. No matter what your gender.