What do YOU talk about after dinner?

Overheard just after emerging from a wonderful, quiet, childless dinner in the downtown Seaside Town:

The Lovely Wife: "Y'know, I just can't look around this place without
thinking of the time [The Toddler] pooped in his pants and we had to clean it up
while standing on this sidewalk"

Mike: "Gee, thanks for that. Maybe you could try to get past that while I digest
my.... HEY! There's the trash can where I threw his underwear away!"

Good times. I might as well change my tag line to "Now with toilet humour!"

Posted bythemikestand at 8:48 AM  

2 stepped up to the mike:

-LGirl- said... 4:15 PM, February 28, 2007  

Ahhh Spring Garden road...
The Memories! It all comes flooding back

SRH said... 9:17 AM, March 01, 2007  

It is amazing how many conversations at dinners without Little Man have ended up being about his poop.

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