Friday, November 12, 2010

Like Aruba. Or Jamaica.

Yesterday night, about a half an hour after I fell asleep, Owen ran screaming into our room, pulled his pants down, peed on a pile of clothes and then turned around and went back to bed.

I was left, blinking, with a pile of urine-soaked clothes, wondering what the hell just happened.

Having children is so relaxing.

Chris tried really hard to sleep through the whole thing.

I didn't let him.

He suggested that the clothes could be cleaned up in the morning.

Is any of the above normal?

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