Kid: When people are dead, what happens when they have to go to the bathroom?
Husband: I call Twitter.
Me: *sigh*
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2 Comments
Tina, isn’t there some sort of trump card you can use in these situations based on the simple fact of having endured labor?
Kid is a gem!
OMG! You need to come to my house for dinner. Kid would (unfortunately) learn a lot about how to make Mom sigh.