We went to dinner at a local pizza place last night because Heather was craving a calzone and that sounded better than cereal. As we're getting close to being done, Brooke says, "Mommy, I need to go poop". Well, not wanting to hang out for 10 minutes in a public restroom when we were about ready to leave, we do what any good parent does to an impatient 3 year old... we lied to her. We tell her that the bathroom is broken and that we're almost ready to leave so she can go at home (we live about 3 minutes from the place). She puts up a mild fuss and Heather tells her that she's just going to have to wait until we get home and to "Squeeze your cheeks together". She did... (gotta love camera phones)
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I was laughing so hard when I read this:)
Hopefully Brooke made it home!
Yeah, she made it. You have to wonder if she was thinking, "How in the heck is this suppposed to help?"
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