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 Jen:     “My Sunday morning began with a 4-year-old peeing on my foot — he missed the toilet. Ah! The joys of motherhood.”

Lela:     “What a way to welcome the day!!!”

Jen:     “The little shrimp, upon finishing, stepped in the puddle and told me the floor was wet! It was 5:59 am and I wanted to wring his neck. There isn’t much difference between boys and men, is there?”

Lela:     “Nope. Just the size of the puddle.”


I am hopeful my son will soon perfect his aim. Until then, a good pair of sturdy galoshes may be a wise investment.

February 1, 2010