Speaking of hurling and poo talk, my nephew put this story on his facebook page the other day
k, I told myself not to share this one for fear of losing friends. But I can't help myself. Last night my son David (3 yrs old) had a hard time sleeping. So I let him stay up with me to watch the news in the "big chair" together. That usuallly puts him out. Well anyway, a few days ago, my in-laws bought me a bag of Dove Dark chocolates. Me and David love to secretly share them. So needless to say, we both decided to have one while watching the news (Don't tell Becky). Midway
through our chocolate, he announces - "Dad, I have to go Poop!" I'm like, thanks for sharing David - go ahead. A few minutes later w/ the same booming voice he announces "I'm Done Dad!" My cue to do wiping duty (heh heh I said duty). Fine, so we go back to our chair to finish up our chocolate. I go to lick the last bit of chocolate off of my middle finger.
It wasn't until my finger was in my mouth that I noticed that the smell wasn't right!