On Saturday Guy came into my room while I was trying to nurse Leo and put him down for a nap.
He had something wrapped in foil, and started begging to eat his fruit snacks.
I had a hard time not snorting, as it was an unopened pregnancy test. "Go put it in the bathroom, sweetie."
"Oh . . . it's for the dishwasher?"
"No. In the bathroom, love. Please." *snickers*
1 comment:
Hilarious. Too bad there will come a day when that kind of answer isn't good enough.
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