Poop, Paxil, and Pageantry

All out to dinner with the kids and this is how it goes.... (little tubs of butter conveniently placed in front of Emily for easy access) Me: Emily, I think three tubs of butter is enough, please stop Emily: okay Ethan: YA Dumb ass ! Ahhhhhhh , it is moments like these that I know I am doing my duty as a parent. Even at the young age of three, Ethan recognizes the fact that you do not just sit and eat butter out of tubs.

Ethan thinks this peeing outside thing is really the next best thing. He has asked several times to poop outside, but we have explained that is a no no. Well, we thought we explained it well enough until the other two came running in to tell us Ethan needed his butt wiped and he was...you guessed it, outside. I grab some toilet paper and run out and yes, yes my son had shit right next to the swing set . He was terrified when he saw m coming and released his arms from the poop hovering and managed to sit in his pile of shit... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh good times. I got him up and hosed him off, only to find Steven throwing dirt on the poo. Cover the evidence.

So we are here in Texas. We are staying with Clint's Parents right now out on the farm. Oh and I have stories. Take poop, me and my offspring and you know I have some goodies. I will be back tomorrow. Just a quick question....if you do not like someone...I mean really do not like them, would you care about there business enough to go to there website? If you go to there website, does that mean that you really do care even if it is really deep deep down? Yes, a very odd and what seems to be a completely pointless question, but I can be pretty damn pointless sometimes.