by teresa
A peek into our quality family time last night.
Kids home from school.
Homework completed and checked.
Trumpet moans and growls as son #1 does nightly practice.
The boys finish and head out to play some basketball.
They are anxious for dad to come home from work to show him how much they have improved their shots and dunks.
Mom cooking in the kitchen (the tatertot casserole was awesome) and scanning through her new Racheal Ray magazine.
Dad home (kids rush him like Dino on the Flintstones).
Daughter comes in from work, changes clothes and heads out to study with friend.
All enjoy dinner and then break off for about an hour to do their own things.
Mom runs to the recreation center to sign kids up for soccer.
Dad changes clothes, cuts on college basketball and scans the paper.
Son #1 sits to watch American Gladiators he recorded last night.
Son #2 sits at computer to design and print new cover for his school binder.
They all gather back together upstairs later to take showers, get in pajamas and practice multiplication flashcards for test tomorrow.
Piled in one bed.
Laughing, loving.
Then someone mentions diarrhea.
And the next hour consists of stupid poop jokes.
Gross ones, lame ones, hilarious ones and down right uncalled for ones.
My favorite?
I'm glad you asked.
When you're on the seat for hours
and it doesn't smell like flowers:
Diarrhea, diarrhea.
So much for our Norman Rockwell family evening.
1 comment:
We are all about the poopie jokes at our house! If it is a joke, the punchline is "Poopie!" If it is a song, the lyrics will be modified to fit in poopie. I don't know what we'd talk about here if it wasn't for poopie!
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