Tonight my son seemed restless. Distracted. And so, after he swallowed his fourth taco (no, not whole--it just seemed that way) he asked me a question.
Poppy's son: Mom, is it hard to be funny?
Poppy: For some people--yes, I suppose it is. But for other people--the lucky ones--well, wit and humor are always threatening to burst out--sort of like an explosion of yellow baby diarrhea up the back of a diaper.
Somehow, I bet the Poppy family has yellow baby diarrhea in abundance ;-)
ReplyDeleteI just want to know what inspired the question...
ReplyDeleteExactly like that! Excellent dinner conversation;)
ReplyDeleteAnd you, little Mr. Muffin Jr., have been blessed with a shit-your-pants-funny momma.
ReplyDeleteHmmm... I'm hungry...
ReplyDeleteI want to hear his reaction to that comment. In my house, there would have been stunned silence followed by deep prolonged laughter. Potty humor is always deeply appreciated.
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