Reporting Live from the Eye of the Shitstorm

In the last ten minutes the following things have happened at my house:

1. The children found cat crap in Will's bed. Not only was it fresh, it contained WORMS. Thanks a pantload to the vet who sent us home with the assurance that the cat was worm-free. Yesterday.

2. Gus farted and crapped his pants. I love it when preschoolers have diarrhea. It's particularly endearing when Gus has it, because he likes to talk about it. A lot.

Will remained surprisingly crap free. For once.

Comments

[Lorena]

Let me unleash my inner five-year-old by being the first one to say, "well... crap!"

Ha! I slay me!

Thank you, thank you. Please tip your hostess. And try the veal!