Bad news, people. Today was the worst day in Grayson's wiener's life.
Or so he claims.
I'm not worried. I'm confident that there are better days in store for said wiener.
To be sure, I've learned my lesson that, when brushing peanut shells from the front side of his clothing, care must be taken in certain southern regions. Point taken. And he's learned not to be quite so enthusiastic when pulling the vacuum cleaner handle back and forth.
"My wiener hates vacuuming and says that..." he sobbed after the second assault.
"Uh-uh," I stopped him cold. "I learned a long time ago not to listen to talking wieners."
Wanting a piece of the action for herself, Lucie sat down on the couch with a bowl of cashews and soon declared, "Uh-oh Mommy. My found two nuts in my panties!"
Low brow humor knows no depths. What's next? Pull my finger?
Or so he claims.
I'm not worried. I'm confident that there are better days in store for said wiener.
To be sure, I've learned my lesson that, when brushing peanut shells from the front side of his clothing, care must be taken in certain southern regions. Point taken. And he's learned not to be quite so enthusiastic when pulling the vacuum cleaner handle back and forth.
"My wiener hates vacuuming and says that..." he sobbed after the second assault.
"Uh-uh," I stopped him cold. "I learned a long time ago not to listen to talking wieners."
Wanting a piece of the action for herself, Lucie sat down on the couch with a bowl of cashews and soon declared, "Uh-oh Mommy. My found two nuts in my panties!"
Low brow humor knows no depths. What's next? Pull my finger?
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