Can there be three in a tag team? I don't even know, but in my story there are three little boys. Tim had both babies in the bath last night when Marcus came and stood outside the bathroom door and threw up on the floor. Not the "I'm sick," puke, but the "I put too much food in my mouth from dinner because I'm a 4-year-old boy and we do that" kind of puke. When someone pukes for this reason, then they have to clean it up themselves. That is what we call a consequence, Marcus.
Anyway, I was in the kitchen doing the dishes and Tim was supervising the babies in the bath and Marcus cleaning up the mess he'd made on the floor, when I heard Tim yell, "Katie, I need help." Maybe it was his tone that gave it away, but I immediately replied, "Did someone poop?" Yep, it was Eli. We almost made it to their first birthday before one of them pooped in the bathtub. Poop in the bathtub is disgusting. Both babies were quickly removed and the bath toys and tub were given a major scrubbing. Now, for those keeping record, we have already discussed two of the three boys in the disgusting tag team. What about the third? Well, not be left out, Owen decided to finish off the night by spitting up all down Tim's shirt just as we were putting them to bed for the night. Awesome.
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Hilarious. Okay, not for you, but for those of us reading.
It sounds like Marcus may have done this in the past. Pretty funny. Kids (not just boys-we had to put G's pjs on backwards so she wouldn't get into her diaper) are always an adventure.
So much fun when you have a houseful of little boys!
Oh, I want some of that lovin'! Just kidding. Hopefully the boys will not decide to throw up, spit up or poop all over me when I have them. :)
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