I wanted to wish Melissa's {our blog hop's host} AH-dorable son, Zane {don't you just love that name?} a VERY Happy 1st Birthday! Hope you have an amazing day/weekend!
Now to my laugh:
I only have one today, but I assure you that it is funny enough that you won't miss the other four.
Wednesday night, I was busy making dinner {Ribs via Pinterest, where else?} and I asked Jason to change Gwen's diaper. {Not knowing that it was one of "those" diapers, you know, the ones that makes Jason dry heave and run for the hills type.}
So, upon opening the diaper, on our couch nonetheless, he yelled "Ah, hun, {dry heave}, I need you {dry heave}, to take over {dry heave}.
**Let me just say, that it is moments like this, that I want to hit him over the head with a frying pan. THIS, meaning the dry heaving and acting like he's on an episode of Fear Factor, is getting old. In fact, I am pretty over it. Seriously.**
But, for the sake of my daughter, and our couches, I swoop in to save the day. Again. He exits to the kitchen, hiding from the big bad poopie diaper while I diffuse the, uh, situation.
So, wrap up the used diaper and hand it to him to toss out for me, and as he holds his nose and carries the diaper {out in front of him} to the Diaper Genie, I notice that there is another wipe, a clean one, so I pick it up and give Gwen one more wipe down, then ask Jason to throw this one out.
I guess he missed the "using" of that particular wipe, because he took it and started wiping his hands with it!!! Thank the good Lord that I caught him right before it was about to graze his face, when I blurted out "JASON, that is a DIRTY wipe!!" {I just snorted as I wrote that!! lol}
I am completely amazed that he didn't toss his cookies right there, but I think that it was bc he didn't actually believe me.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, dear, it is. Go wash your hands."
That, my friends, is what I believe you call, Karma.