I have a lovely nephew who is a pistol. He was the sweetest, most adorable baby with a handsome round face, yummy kissable cheeks, giant blue eyes and hair so blonde you could hardly see it. Now Munchkin is nearly five. Dear God help his parents.
Munchkin looks nothing like this.
My shorties have done their share of being a bad influence on Munchkin, but I think Munchkin has now become the master. He can now hold his own and has had me laughing my a** off ever since. Case in point: Last spring (when he was 3) Aunt Mo (Munchkin’s awesome mother) and Munchkin were entertaining some friends in their back yard. They were playing and having a fun time outside when Munchkin approached his unsuspecting mother and reported the following:
Munchkin: Mom, I had to pee and I couldn’t pee outside because I didn’t want them to see my penis. So I peed in the garage.
Aunt Mo: (Mouth opening and closing like a fish) Oh, Ummmmmm… Oh.
Now that is a considerate host. Munchkin out.
Ha! Wait until he pees outside on the playground at lunch recess. 🙂 http://yeahigotthis.wordpress.com/
Should I guess how you know that?!
I actially have some experience with that, myself. https://adventuresfromcloud8.wordpress.com/2010/11/10/my-favorite-pumpkin-pie-story-or-why-we-will-never-be-invited-to-another-pool-party-again/