I guess we didn't quite get our point across the first time it happened. You know, the first time we explained that the backyard is not a toilet. Except for the dogs. Which I guess was pretty confusing for the little dude. I didn't see the actual deed, I just heard BB go "ewwww, mom, buster is eating my poop!!" **GAG** So not only did he shit in the yard, but the dog ate it. How disgusting is this scenario? And where the fuck is this chapter in my parenting book?
Note to self: don't let buster lick my face anymore.
So then yesterday I pick him up from pre-school and notice he had on his in-case-of-emergency clothes. I said, "did we have an accident today?" He twisted his little mouth and said, "yes I did." As I always do, I asked "well what happened?" He looked at me like I was a moron and matter of factly said, "I pissed my pants."
I have a feeling the teen years are going to be super.
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LOL! Your kiddo is awesome. And the dog? Yeah, I would probably stop the kisses from now on too. Too funny!
Oh, man, I SO don't look forward to having a teenage son!
Your note to self killed me!!
oh my god that made me laugh...my oldest once told my brother that Fred, our cat, shits in the basement...she was about 3. Ahhh, from the mouths of babes...
"I pissed my pants."
I give him points for being succinct.
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