There is a story that my mom loves to re-tell. It involves me
as a baby in the crib. They thought I was sleeping. Not the case.
I was busy taking off my diaper and smearing poop all over the wall.
Sick. I know.
Well, this morning as I opened Kendal's door to get her up, the smell hit me. Then as I looked closer, she had poop all over her hands. WHAT! She didn't smear it on the wall...just down the front of her PJs and all over the bed. Trying not to heave, I put her in the tub.
Scrub brush and all to get everything from out of her fingernails.
How can such a cute little thing be capable of such a horrendous act? I am crushed. :-)
What goes around comes around.
I am in BIG trouble!
2 telling it like it is:
That shirt just says it all. I'm sure you were just as cute as she is. . .mischeviousness and all. (is that a word and did I spell it right?)
Oh crap.
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