The Hunky Hubby experienced a harrowing moment whilst I and my lovely sister were off eating fondue and splitting a gut at the 3:00 showing of “New Moon”. He was bathing all three boys and a family friend was up hoping to play board games after their bedtime. And so because of his incessant splashing, the Hunky Hubby removed sweet boy #3 from the tub and let him run free about the house sans diaper. He shouted out to his friend, “Let me know if he pees.” Then he proceeded to wash sweet boy #2 in that small window of calm. Sweet boy #3 did indeed pee but shortly after that disaster, our friend shouted an adrenaline filled “Oh No!” from the other room and the Hunky Hubby rushed in, only to step in a small brown pile. There were several scattered about. No we don’t have a puppy, just children. But sometimes the results are the same. Everyone was pleased to have me home when I returned. It’s nice to be appreciated.
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!