Last night I had gas. Bad gas.Kat made Boston baked beans. Mmm. So as I'm singing Ike some bedtime songs he begins whining quietly under the covers. I say "What's wrong bud, are you sad about something?" He says, "No. You smell bad, and I just want you to get out of here." Insult to injury as I'm leaving he commands "And tell mom to bring up a candle."
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
"Getouttahea"
Last night I had gas. Bad gas.Kat made Boston baked beans. Mmm. So as I'm singing Ike some bedtime songs he begins whining quietly under the covers. I say "What's wrong bud, are you sad about something?" He says, "No. You smell bad, and I just want you to get out of here." Insult to injury as I'm leaving he commands "And tell mom to bring up a candle."
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