Stan

Joined: 01 May 2007 Posts: 506
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 11:24 am Post subject: My son. |
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I took my two little children to the local supermarket this morning. In the store Xander sat in the trolley (cart, for the colonials) and Drew walked at the side of me because he is a big boy now. In fact he is such a big boy that over the past two weeks he has been sitting on his potty and now uses it all by himself. Yes there have been some accidents, but I am saving a fortune on nappies. So today he went out without a nappy on.
All was well until I was paying for the shopping and the assistant asked me if my son had brought that chocolate bar into the store with him. Puzzled I asked him where he had got it from. He just said "here" and put his hands inside his pants!
Yes, he had made his own perfectly formed chocolate egg and, for lack of anything better to do, was just holding it! And it stunk!
I got a plastic bag off the assistant to put it in and she asked me if I wanted her to "dispose" of it. Well you know me, I said "No thanks, I collect them" she did not even blink, she just handed it back to me.
So here I am, sat at my desk typing this with a turd in a plastic bag, because Drew wants to show his mum.  _________________ Wonders worked in minutes, miracles take a little longer. (Bans are instant) |
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