Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Where oh where did my little winky go?

I was in the middle of one of my cooking monstrosities in the kitchen when in come my son. He mumbles something about needing help and all over the walls. I look over at him and from belly button down his t-shirt is soaked. He says he needs help, of course, and I need to clean it up. He exclaims that while relieving himself his winky went inverted which left him nothing to hold on to while streaming. He described the bathroom adventure like a garden hose on full blast while flopping around. He managed to hit the bathroom tub, walls, vanity, floor and outside of the toilet. I asked why and more why did you just not stop? He gleefully reported that once started he cannot stop and that I better hurry up because it is starting to stink in there. Somewhere down the line I know this is my punishment for something I did in life, sigh
 

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