I went to the Zoo last week with my nephew's and niece. We had a good time searching for animals and letters.
When we reached the monkey area, Matthew informed me that he had to go potty. He didn't seem to need to go too bad (he kept looking at animals) so I didn't rush to the toilet. When we finally came in view of the WC, he said, "Enemy(that's what he calls me), the poop is coming out, the poop is coming out."
Ashlie was in the wagon, so I swooped Brandon into my arms, grabbed the handle of the wagon and we sprinted to the toilet. We made it okay, but it was a close one.
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The rest of the day was pretty mellow compared to that, but we made it back with everyone still smiling, so it was a great day.
3 comments:
Very funny. I'm sorry you had to deal with that, but thank you for taking my kids!!
Em, I know you miss me but you didn't have to force your sister to name her child after me. ;) I love that story. Good old poop, always finds it way into every situation involving children it seems.
Kids are hilarious. You are a champ of an aunt.
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