Gabe's latest quote. Sorry if toilet talk makes you quease. You can just stop reading if it does.
So Ben asked the Boy if he needed to 'go to toilet' {as they say here} and Gabe said:
No. My Poo Poo isn't home yet.
He's since said this several times when asked if he needs to go, and it of course still cracks me up. He's even moved on from that and begun asking me:
Mom, is my poo poo home yet?
And I'll say, Uh, yeah, I think so. I think it's home now.
And he'll say,
Nope. It's not. My poo poo isn't home yet.
This goes for pee pee too. And then of course I, like many of you I surmise, am sucked into these antics and find myself taking them on as part of my own vernacular. Yes, he's now got me asking if It is home rather than my more regular styles of toilet-time question posing. And though some times It is home, more often it is not.
This goes for pee pee too. And then of course I, like many of you I surmise, am sucked into these antics and find myself taking them on as part of my own vernacular. Yes, he's now got me asking if It is home rather than my more regular styles of toilet-time question posing. And though some times It is home, more often it is not.
So then we wait for it to stop clubbing or going to the bank or washing it's car {or whatever it is doing not being home} and get home so we can get the business done.
And then here are a few choice shots of his little grooming experiment 5 days before our family pics were to be taken. He basically cut the front section to the scalp. Awesome. From the pics, I can guess that he is a fan of his skills, he seems pretty proud of himself. I was not a fan however. Here he is in the chair, blissfully unaware that I am about to plug in his arch nemesis, the clippers.