Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Dr. House, I Need A Differential Diagnosis
Zach was in bed with Eric and I this morning. Eric got up to take a shower. This is what followed:
Zach: Mom, I'm going to get in Dad's spot and be Dad.
Me: Ok.
Zach: Hi! I'm Dad, but you can call me Eric if you want to.
Me: Hi Eric! Where are our children?
Zach: Colson is at school, and Ava is watching TV downstairs.
Me: Oh. Where is Zachary?
Zach: Oh, he's dead.
Me: Oh no! How did he die!
Zach: Well, he pooped A LOT, and then he died...
Wouldn't this word be a loverly place if people really could die from dropping a huge load of crap?
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"...in bed with Eric and ME this morning."
ReplyDeletewow, you were in bed with Eric this morning too?
ReplyDeleteYou seem to have a disproportionately large number of blog posts involving bowl movements. Is there some kind of subconscious fixation going on there?
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