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Going Stinkies!!!

By
> Shannon Popkin
>
>
> My little
> guy, Cade, is quite a
> talker. He loves to
> communicate and does it
> quite well. He talks to
> people constantly, whether
> we are in the
> library, the grocery store
> or at a drive-thru
> window. People often
> comment on how
> clearly he speaks for a
> just-turned-3-year-old.
> And you never have to ask
> him to turn up the
> volume. It's always
> fully cranked. There
> have been several
> embarrassing times that I've
> wished the meaning of his
> words would have been
> masked by a
> not-so-audible voice, but never
> have I wished this more
> than last week at
> Costco.
>
> Halfway,
> through our shopping trip,
> nature called, so I
> took Cade with me into the
> restroom. If you'd
> been one of the ladies in
> the restroom that
> evening, this is what you
> would have heard
> coming from the second to
> the last stall:
>
>
>
> ''Mommy,
> are you gonna go potty?
>
> Oh! Why
> are you putting toiwet
> paper on the potty,
> Mommy?
>
> Oh! You
> gonna sit down on da toiwet
> paper now?
>
> Mommy,
> what are you doing?
>
> Mommy, are
>
> you gonna go stinkies on
> the potty?''
>
>
>
> At this
> point I started
> mentally counting how many
> women had been in the
> bathroom when I
> walked in. Several
> stalls were full ... 4?
> 5? Maybe we could
> wait until they all left
> before I had to make my
> debut out of this stall
> and reveal my identity.
>
>
> Cade
> continued:
> ''Mommy, you ARE going
> stinkies aren't you?
>
> Oh, dats a
>
> good girl, Mommy!
>
> Are you
> gonna get some candy for
> going stinkies on the
> potty?
>
> Let me see
>
> doze stinkies, Mommy!
> Oh ... Mommy!
>
>
> I'm
> trying
> to see In dere.
>
> Oh! I see
> dem.
>
> Dat is a
> very good girl, Mommy.
> You are gonna get some
> candy!''
>
>
> I heard a
> few faint chuckles coming
> from the stalls on
> either side of me.
> Where is a screaming new
> born when you need her?
> Good grief. This was
> really getting
> embarrassing. I was definitely
> waiting a long time before
> exiting. Trying
> to divert him, I said,
> ''Why don't you look in
> Mommy's purse and see
> if you can find some
> candy. We'll both
> have some!''
>
>
>
> ''No, I'm
> trying to see doze
> stinkies"
> "Oh!
> Mommy!'' He
> started to gag at this point.
>
> ''Uh - oh,
> Mommy. I fink I'm gonna
> frow up.
>
>
> Mommy,
> doze stinkies are making me
> frow up!!
>
> Dat is so
> gross!!''
>
>
> As the
> gags became louder, so did
> the chuckles outside
> my stall.. I quickly
> flushed the toilet in hopes
> of changing the subject. I
> began to reason
> with
> myself: OK. There are four other
> toilets. If I count four
> flushes, I can be
> reasonably assured that
> those who overheard this
> embarrassing monologue will
> be long gone.
>
>
> ''Mommy!
> Would you get off the
> potty, now? I
> want you to be done going
> stinkies! Get
> up! Get up!''
>
> He grunted as he tried
> to pull me off Now I
> could hear full-blown
> laughter. I bent down to
> count the feet outside
> my door.
>
>
> ''Oh, are
> you wooking under dere,
> Mommy?
> You wooking
> under da door? What
> were you wooking at?
> Mommy?
> You wooking at the wady's feet?''
>
>
> More
> laughter. I stood inside
> the locked door and
> tried to assess the
> situation.
>
>
>
> ''Mommy,
> it's time to wash our
> hands, now. We have to go
> out now, Mommy.''
>
>
>
> He started
>
> pounding on the door.
> ''Mommy, don't you
> want to wash your hands? I
> want to go out!!''
>
>
> I saw that
>
> my wait 'em out'
> plan was unraveling. I
> sheepishly opened the door,
> and found standing
> outside my stall, twenty to
> thirty ladies
> crowded around the stall,
> all smiling and
> starting to applaud.
> My first thought was
> complete embarrassment,
> then I thought, where's
> the fine print on the
> 'motherhood
> contract' where I
> signed away every bit of
> my dignity and privacy?
> But as my little
> boy gave me a big, cheeky
> grin while he rubbed
> bubbly soap between his
> chubby little hands, I
> thought, I'd sign
> it all away again, just
> to be known as Mommy
> to this little
> fellow.
>
> ( Shannon
> Popkin is a freelance
> writer and mother of three
> She lives with her family
> in Grand Rapids
> , Michigan , where she no
> longer uses public
> restrooms)

Gotta Love Frank!!

Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed
monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking
her nose into other people's business.
Several members did not approve of her
extra curricular activities, but feared her
enough to maintain their silence.

She made a mistake, however, when she
accused Frank, a new member, of being an
alcoholic after she saw his old pickup
parked in front of the town's
only bar one after noon.

She emphatically told Frank
(and several others)
that every one seeing it there
WOULD KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING !

Frank, a man of few words,
stared at her for a moment and
just turned and walked away
He didn't explain, defend, or deny
He said nothing.

Later that evening,
Frank quietly parked his pickup
in front of Mildred's house ...
walked home ...
and left it there all night.

You gotta love Frank!

Ouch!!

OUCH!!!!!!!!!!



Nothing like getting all excited just to take one in the junk!!!

Breath Right???

With these they are always Silent and always Deadly!!





The Sad thing is can't you just see an infomercial for these coming soon???!!!

Good Dog!

Now that is one GOOD DOG!

Where do Red Headed Babies Come From?

WHERE DO RED-HEADED BABIES COME FROM?????




After their baby was born, the

panicked father went to see the

Obstetrician.

'Doctor,' the man said, 'I don't

mind telling you, but I'm a little

upset because my daughter has

red hair. She can't possibly be

mine!!

'Nonsense,' the doctor said, 'Even though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may have contributed red hair to the gene pool.'

'It isn't possible,' the man insisted. 'This can't be, our families on both sides had jet-black hair for generations.'

'Well,' said the doctor, 'let me ask you this. How often do you have sex??? '

The man seemed a bit ashamed. 'I've been working very hard for the past year. We only made love once or twice every few months.'

'Well, there you have it!' The doctor said confidently.

'It's rust.'