So.....a while back I may or may not have given Mr. Mayer some crap for packing my shoes and nearly having to go barefoot through a couple of airports. Because. Seriously. He packed my shoes. Now, I should probably come clean. I typically forget to pack something every time we go somewhere. Most of the time I forget to pack a child's underwear. Why? I have no idea. Maybe because they are small? Beats me. This trip to my inlaws is no different. Totally forgot to pack the Dudes some underwear. We discovered this at 6:15 this morning. Thanksgiving morning no less. Happy turkey day!!! So, being a good little Mom I wash the Dudes underwear, or "underwears" as #2 calls them. When they are washed and dried I promptly dress the Dudes and #2 promptly pees his pants. Doh! Of course he did. Now my child who LOVES his penis is going commando. You can imagine how much he is loving this. I may never get him back in his underwears again.
You would think I would be referring to myself or Mr. Mayer. But, no. I'm talking about the precocious little girl that lives in this house. "I cleaned my room damn good." Wait. What? That was the sentence Diva told me a few weeks ago when I asked her if she had cleaned her room. I was in shock. Mr. Mayer was stifling a laugh. Diva was dead serious. A few days after that she came downstairs and told me to "Tell those damn boys to leave my damn toys alone." Apparently her brother's were messing with her Barbies. We have also had the occasional "damn it" when she drops something or spills something. It was super embarrassing when we were at Target and she dropped a toy in the toy department and said "damn it." Thankfully there was no one around to hear her. Diva's um...creative (?) vocabulary started as soon as she started speaking. She has always used big words, whether she knew what they meant or not. Mr. Mayer and I are totally ...
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