If this blog were a book, you'd read it on the toilet.
Where the HELL was this filmed? No way it's Sesame Street.
Boy am I glad I don't let my kids watch that garbage.
It's potty and poop in our house. Boy I'm glad we don't have to talk about it, read about it, think about it and get real close to it around here on a daily basis anymore. There were a few years there where that was the number one priority of my day when I wasn't at the office. Thanks for the reminder. Sometimes I feel melancholy when I look at the baby pictures... but this helped a lot! :)
I got in trouble in sixth grade for telling the teacher I really needed to tinkle (stupid Catholic school).Dropping a deuce is the preferred nomenclature at the Sirmarco homestead...
I am speechless.
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