Not for the faint of heart

This one isn't for the squeamish.

I'm serious here.  Off colour humour follows.

You've been warned.

I'll even insert a break here, so I don't feel guilty about what's to come.




Breakfast went pretty well this morning.  James was undecided what he wanted, but he was not opposed to leftover Monster Pancakes, so I gave him the last two.  He wasn't thrilled by them when they showed up, so I cut him some havarti and put that on the plate too.  After he'd gobbled all the cheese, he ate both pancakes and was in a pretty good mood.

So that's breakfast.  Then we played with his cars and parking garage a bit until it was time to go get dressed and head over to daycare.  He was even in a pretty good mood about that.

I had him on the change pad and was just starting to change his diaper when a rather foul fart snuck up on me.  Too late.  Out it goes.  I was just about to say something when James looked right up at me and announced:

"Daddy!  No scrambled eggs."

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  1. Julia19 June 2013 at 11:03

    Ha,ha,ha, that's a good one.
    Have a great day.
    Hugs, Julia

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