1. Um, a big WTH to the writers of Lost! How in the world do you follow your own stories? I love the show, but my brain hurts a little every time I watch.
2. I've got the laundry running scared, my friends. I hope to be back to posting and commenting in my specially average way very soon.
3. If you are not a person who can find humor in the bodily functions of smallish humans, you may want to skip this little tale from the HomeFront. I'm just sayin'.
A child of mine has shown some interest in the potty lately. Since my policy is not to force the issue, we've been playing it pretty low key, with a lot of sitting and little of anything else.
Today, this darling child came to me about three minutes too late. I was cool about it, and we headed to the bathroom for a clean up. While trying to get her to navigate out of some, how shall I put it?, full pants, a few little bits escaped and fell on the floor.
Before I could get it picked up, my child and I had this exchange:
Child: Mom! Look, it's a bug on the floor! Get it!
Me: That's not a bug.
Child: What is it?
Me (incredulous): That's from you! That's your p**p. (I'm not prepared to deal with the Google referrals on this word.)
Child: Oh. Well that's weird.
Yes, yes it is. If by weird, you mean TOTALLY GROSS.