Pretty Bride called me at work Friday (something she hasn’t done in recent memory) with important news: Toddler had shat in the potty. I know, readers who aren’t parents could give a rat’s ass, but those of us who change diapers daily and look at an increasingly large belly each day with the knowledge that more dirty diapers are in our imminent future can certainly appreciate this milestone. In fact, it was so damned exciting that when it happened again today, I took a picture or two. Just like Literal Dan (only his post’s title is much more tasteful than is mine. No images of Cousin Eddie are conjured).
After she finished, she stood up, turned around, pulled out the container with the goods, dumped its contents into the toilet, and flushed. It’s like she’s a real person all of a sudden!
I can’t wait for her to drop trou in the neighbors’ front yard. It certainly worked for me.
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