It's not a brownie

You will have to excuse me and my post this morning, but I live with a 4-year old, a 2-year old, a 7-week old, and a 30-year old so this subject comes up a lot. Poop. I was changing Molly's stinky diaper this morning and she informed me that "it's not a brownie, it's poop." Just in case I could not tell the difference. Thanks Molly.

A Simple Soultion

You might ask why are you trying to hold up your door with masking tape? Well, Carter and his friends were down stairs playing one evening while us parents were enjoying some adult conversation. When the screaming, laughing, banging and thumping grew too loud for us to hear each other talk we went down to survey the damage. The boys and Molly (Molly had to get off of the basketball hoop she was riding like a horse to join in) decided to have a dumping party. Now, if you have never been invited to a dumping party the rules are simple: DUMP EVERYTHING! This was by far one of their biggest and most adventurous as they got out the board games to include them in the fun. I was quite upset. Carter went to his room and the basement disaster clean-up had to wait until the next morning. Before we could get to cleaning up the aftermath the next day, Carter got this brilliant idea: "If we can't get down there then we won't have to clean it up," hence the tape. You can't see what he wrote on the sign right next to the door knob, but it says "No Will". The word "No" is spelled backwards. The tape and the sign have been removed so Will you can go down in our basement again. But boys, please, no more dumping parties. I do not like them. But that is just the sacrifice you sometimes have to make for adult conversations.........................right?