Life is Art

Today I went to our County Library which has a very lovely preschooler story hour. There were so many friends and acquaintances there. Unfortunately for whatever reputation I may have, and for my own piece of mind, my kids were fucking savages while we were there. Nels sat for exactly two minutes, then wandered around fondling Mamas' asses (accidentally, I hope), then found some wooden cars and skateboarded on them (quite well, actually. I may have to buy him a real skateboard). Sophie was great (if a little hyper) until the other parents and kids filed out of the room at the end of the event and she stopped in her tracks and yelled, "They're leaving without me!" and threw her head back and her mouth opened into a big square and she HOWLED at the top of her lungs. I guess she wasn't ready for fun-time to be over.

Hours later while at home I noticed she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt. I wonder how many of the couple dozen PT Mama friends there today got an eyeful of Sophie's punani.

These things made me laugh today:


Whoops!

and Me loves the Steve Carell. So much.

Labels: hilarity, humiliation, random potty-mouth