Not really, but stay tuned for the story...
I have high expectations of my kids. I know this. How they should behave, use their manners, act at the dinner table, etc.
So, not that last night was a 'normal' dinner. Everyone was preparing and going to eat their own thing, and of course I was the last one still in the kitchen while David and the kids were at the table.
Much to my disappointment, they would not stop laughing and playing. I mean not just having a good time, but pretty rowdy and disruptive. I know we were home, but we were still at the dinner table, and I was not happy. I even made a comment about how I should've gone ahead and ran to the ATM because I didn't want to be at the table with them.
Well, Bryson has a way to get to me, and you NEVER know what's going to come out of his mouth.
So, he says "Ahhhh, defecate!"
Here's to learning the 'official' word to things...have I ever mentioned how you should never hope/pray for smart kids, that's a whole story!
So, he succeeded, I laughed til I cried. David looked at me and said, "Really Mom?, do I need to send you to the bank now?"
I'll be glad when Bryson is done with steroids! :)