Tuesday, August 24, 2010
It's good to be the King, er, mom.
Parenting is the hardest job anyone can have. Your job requirements include cooking, cleaning, educating, project manager, accountant, laundry specialist, nurse, pharmacist....the list goes on for miles. Some days are pure hell, but others give you little gems like this scenario that played out today.
Ian and I lounged on the couch, watching Pink Panther. He wiggled around, trying to get comfortable, and ended up lying on his stomach with his butt sticking up in the air. This put my face in the line of fire when a nearly soundless fart escaped him. Pfft.
"Ian, did you poot on me?" I teased, and he giggled back at me.
"Yes." More giggling. "Mommy, my poot whispered."