So I just got done writing the draft of what was the most boring post ever. Luckily for you, I regained my senses after almost being lulled to sleep by writing it and deleted it.
Dontcha just hate it when that happens? You start with what you think is a pretty good premise, you've got a couple of good points in mind, and blammo. The thing just kind of self implodes despite your best efforts, and you sit staring at the computer blankly wondering what the heck you are going to write now. You see that you have long run-on sentences that make little to no sense. That is when I know I am in trouble, when my sentences go on and on for days with no apparent end in sight.
It should have been good, it was about concerts and live music performances as well as oh-so-interesting tidbits about my musical taste. But alas, the instruction manual for the Bob the Builder Construction Site I set up today was more entertaining.
So I will leave you with these much more fun snippets from our potty training. (The Golden Rule is when material runs dry, always go for the kid stories. Especially ones involving bodily functions)
Mr. Personality, upon seeing the very large poo poo he produced in the toilet, prounouced, "I made a dinosaur!" Frighteningly enough, I could see the likeness of a brontosaurus.
And, upon sighting three small poo poos on another date proclaimed, "Mickey Mouse!"
Indeed, the child spoke the truth.
Instead of looking at clouds and seeing different shapes, my son examines poop. I am so proud.