Thursday, December 8, 2011

Really, come over any time

Chip was out of town for a few days earlier this week* so he missed a lot. Luckily, modern technology enabled him to stay up to speed via a series of emails text messages, the highlights of which I've included here:  
  • There is a princess magnet in the toaster. I left it for you.
  • Mary Clare had a big poop at school today.
  • Your son was up all night. I am not his biggest fan right now.
  • Both kids had big poops at school today. Both need new back up outfits.
  • Mary Clare just wet her pants. For no reason.
As you can see, our world pretty much revolves around bodily fluids. Really, come over any time. I swear we meticulously clean up every time. 

*Okay, by days, I mean one. But since he left at 7 a.m. on Tuesday and returned at midnight on Wednesday, I rounded it up to two days because, hello, that is two drop offs, two pick ups and two dinners/baths/bedtimes. Or, as we tell Mary Clare "two big sleeps."

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