Stories on The Boy

He may kill me someday but this story was just too good not to share. The Boy woke up one morning with, ahem, stomach problems... It had been an eventful day with running back and forth from the toilet but thankfully there weren't any accidents. Yet.

We had walked out back to feed the goats some snacks and check on things. The Boy was trying to impress me by climbing up and over fences and The Babe was chasing the cats. The baby goats were out so The Boy chased and chased until they were all out of gas and back by their mothers' side. Then, as cool and casual as can be, The Boy saunters up to me:

"Mom, I've got some good news and some bad news."

"Alright, what's the good news?"

"The good news is that I pooped in the toilet this morning."

"And what's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that I just pooped my pants. Can we go back to the house now?"

AARGHH!!

Oh, the joys of parenthood. Scratch that, they joys of motherhood!