me: "Dale, I'm going to go take a bath."
About 5 min. later, or as soon as the tub fills...
elle: "Hey mom."
me: "What are you doing?"
elle: "I'm just going to the bathroom."
me: "No your not." (my bathroom is the size of a shoe box- and she is NOT going to pee 2 inches from my head.)
elle: "But I gotta pee really bad."
me: "Well your going to have to wait."
elle: "I can't. I'll die."
me: "That would be unfortunate. Death by exploding bladder. Go away."
elle: "How long are you going to be?"
me: "I don't know."
elle: "Well- are your legs hairy? I know they are. Are you going to shave?"
me: "Yep."
elle: "Great! I AM going to die! Your going to be in here FOREVER!"
5 comments:
Meghan, You crack me up! I love reading your blog, it makes me smile! And I haven't ever met your kids but I soo love them! Cute story! Love you!!!
That's a funny story. I'll have to ask her if she died recently when we see you guys next. :)
I so do remember that TINY bathroom! Morning sickness was not fun in that house. I know I already asked, but do you still have the same downstairs neighbors?
hehehe...I always ask my kids "who do you want to have all of your stuff when you die???" I need to know...someone has to run the affairs of the deceased!
I love your posts. You always make me laugh!
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