Sunday morning I got up and had a beautiful, peaceful beginning to my day. Zoodle woke up when I did, but The Engineer got him, and I had a few minutes to myself, to sit and pray and read. It was so nice.
Then I gave the kids baths, and Zoodle pooped in the tub.
That, my friends, is what we call a GMK--a Good Mood Killer.
6 comments:
Oh, Zoodle... Good thing he's so cute!
Ha! I wasn't expecting that one... too funny (to those of us observing from a distance).
The Engineer didn't want to take care of that one?
Hehe. My Son will be three in September and I can (happily) say that is something I've never experienced.
My nearly 2 year old pooped in the tub on Sat. night. Good times!
I guess that is one reason to be thankful that Ellie HATES her baths! She is never in the tub long enough for this to happen.
Oh my gosh! My sweetie did that to me two different times. Talk about the nastiest "fishing" you'll ever do! At least it was your own sweet baby :) Imagine doing that for anyone else??
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