My 7yo son LOVES to tell jokes. Jokes that you can't help but laugh at because they make no sense whatsoever. Knock knock jokes are his specialty. Here is an example of one of this morning's jokes....
Him: "Knock knock"
Me: "Who's there?"
Him: "Boob"
Me, pausing and giving him a look before I reply: "Boob who?"
Him: "Aren't you glad you don't have big boobs?"
This results in huge, belly-busting laughter on my part because 1) the joke makes no sense and 2) I have big boobs. This joke led to a few jokes about butts and penises. (He is in love with talking about "inappropriate" things right now.) That led to me putting my mom hat on and reminding him to tell "clean" jokes. And he replies with a joke about poop. Which was doubling funny (or shall I say punny) and had me turning around so he couldn't see me smile. Egads, that kid makes me smile.
PS. Blogger tells me this is my 900th post. I want to cross 1000 this year yet. :) Thanks for reading.
Showing posts with label Poop Master. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poop Master. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Monday, June 9, 2008
He strikes again
So, the Poop Machine struck again last week. Seriously kid, if I wanted to clean up shit every day, I'd be a CNA at a nursing home. If he wasn't so darn cute and tell me he "poooooooooped", I might be a bit angrier. And yes, that is DRIED poop in his HAIR! That was just glorious to clean up.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
You Are the Grand Prize Winner!
You've been selected to win a crib of crap!
Yes, I've been the lovely recipient of this a couple times now compliments of our younger child, who shall now be called the Poop Master. When he lays down for a nap, he decides to undress and poop in the crib. Looooovvvely. The other day he decided to take off his pooey diaper and play in it. (Jeez, isn't being a parent SOOO much fun) I called the father of this child at work and left a message stating that I didn't want him coming home to complain of a shitty day, as I was having the truly shitty day. ;) Usually when Jason hears of his son's exploits, I hear "I'm sorry dear" with a small chuckle.
Well, today's my turn to chuckle. Dried on poo. On the sheets, the crib railing, our child's bottom, hands, and face. YES! And I wasn't the lucky winner!
You can now address myself and Jason as....
Yes, I've been the lovely recipient of this a couple times now compliments of our younger child, who shall now be called the Poop Master. When he lays down for a nap, he decides to undress and poop in the crib. Looooovvvely. The other day he decided to take off his pooey diaper and play in it. (Jeez, isn't being a parent SOOO much fun) I called the father of this child at work and left a message stating that I didn't want him coming home to complain of a shitty day, as I was having the truly shitty day. ;) Usually when Jason hears of his son's exploits, I hear "I'm sorry dear" with a small chuckle.
Well, today's my turn to chuckle. Dried on poo. On the sheets, the crib railing, our child's bottom, hands, and face. YES! And I wasn't the lucky winner!
You can now address myself and Jason as....
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