A word to the wise!

So tonight I put Jett to bed and about ten minutes later he came out and came right up to me. "Mommy can you smell my finger?" He sticks it right up in my face, so of course I smell it...I'm mom. Yeah it didn't smell so good. While my nose was still right on his finger he says, "My bottom really hurts, so I had to itch it, now it stinks." Oh my word, how disgusting. So the next time your kid asks you to smell his or her finger, just don't do it.
The picture to the left is Jett two years ago, oh my sweet little boy.




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Speaking of bathroom humor or my daily reminder of how gross my husband can be. The picture to the right is how I feel sometimes:) The other night we were putting the boys to bed. We rock them together in our room, so Greg layed on the bed. He of course lifted his leg and let out the longest, highest bursts (yes that is plural) of gas...I swear the house shook. When he finished - Brayden clapped. We laughed so hard...and then I asked him if he needed to go wipe his bottom.