Friday, July 07, 2006


I know, I know, I need to post about my horse. I'll do that. I just need some time to sit down and do it. Tonight, if all goes well. But first -

Craig posted about Wednesday night
here. Go read it first, I'll wait. Finished?

Yes, I had a migraine. I have only had one other one that I know of, and they suck a duck. I was completely useless, lying in bed with a towel over my eyes. I could hear Craig and the girls downstairs, but I didn't dare move my head for fear that the tiny men inside my skull would once again flash their strobe lights and stab their nasty knives in the back of my eyes. I was not happy.

I heard the crew come upstairs for the bath. All sounded well, but then I heard the conversation that started with Lily saying "I pooped" and ended with Craig yelling "GODDAMMIT!". When I got up I was sent back to bed, but I could still hear what was going on in the hallway. Craig put Lily on the potty just in case there was more product comin' down the pipe. Then..

CRAIG: Lily! stay on the potty please!
LILY: Heeheehee! (running down the hall)
CRAIG: LILY! Are you done pooping? Come here please!
LILY: Wheee! Wheee! (still evading Daddy)
CRAIG: LILY! I'm going to count to three! One....
LILY: (sounds of feet running towards the bathroom)
CRAIG: Thank you honey. Here, let me wipe your hiney.
LILY: Look! (points at tub) It's a flower!
CRAIG: No, that's your poop.
LILY: It's a POOP FLOWER! (laughs)

Of course I had to laugh at that. Poor Craig. And then after he scooped the poop into the potty, Macey wandered over and stuck her hands in the toilet. I guess she wanted to play with the poop flower.


jkroy said...

I think Lily is right about the flower. I have been telling people for years that my sh*t doesn't stink. It smells like roses :P

craig said...

Jeez, how did I forget that part of the story? Even in my rage, I had to laugh at "poop flower."

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