Booty Control
December 1, 2008
Oh my.
I’m still giggling after this one.
Parker wanted to play a bit of Wii when he got home from school today. Bailey and I sat on the couch and started to play the always-endearing-and-never-annoying game of nurse/squirm/nurse/climb/nurse/pinch/repeat on the couch and Parker took to whacking away at virtual baseballs with great glee.
Suddenly, I hear the Wii remote clatter to the ground and watch as Parker quite literally flattens himself, face-down, on the floor.
“Parker, what on earth are you doing?”
Silence. And then -
“Mommy, I have to go to the potty. I am waiting for my booty to calm down so I won’t go poo-poo in my pants.”
And with that, he calmly took a couple of deep breaths, picked himself up off the floor, scampered into the bathroom, and made the anticipated deposit in the appropriate place. Underwear pristine. Booty controlled.
And Mommy bewildered.
Who You Callin’ PORKER??
November 13, 2008
……..
OK, I can’t stop with just one of these…we had too much fun to not share.
Someone was definitely taking notes…
Snort of the Day
October 16, 2008
I thought I’d start a nice little segment here on All Things Boles called Snort of the Day. Just a tidbit from our day that I have found snort-worthy. Abstract concept, isn’t it?
Try to stay with me.
I was working on the computer this afternoon and Parker was in the hall bathroom, taking care of business…um, in the second degree. He has recently found it necessary to flip through a magazine as he perches upon the pot and yes, it is rather precious.
Suddenly, I hear excited footsteps come padding down the entryway and his half-naked self appears in the office, magazine clutched in hand.
“Mom! Mom! Look, I found Obama! But what is he doing, Mom? What is Obama doing in this picture?”
Fully expecting to see the Obama/Biden cover of Newsweek that I know could be found in the hall bathroom, I was really thrown for a loop when I turned it over and saw this:
“Well, Parker, Obama is dancing. He’s dancing because he’s happy and he’s going to be our President.”
“Oh, that’s great! He looks cool.”
“He IS cool, Parker,” I said.
And I smiled.
