by God and sometimes we just need to suck it up and accept them graciously.
scene: Dinner time at the Cakes house. This scene plays itself out the exact same every single night. We eat dinner at 5:00p. At 5:30p every night Porkchop excuses himself from the table and goes to the bathroom to take a poo. every night. And then every night Porkchop calls Chowder from the dinner table to come wipe his butt. There is no variation in this scenario. And I admit, that I encourage none.
Porkchop: Daaaaaaaaaad! Could you come wipe my butt?!
Chowder: Are you serious?! Why?! Why can't you wipe your butt?
Porkchop: Because. I neeeeed you!
Chowder: But why does it have to be me?! Why can't Mommy come wipe your butt?!
Porkchop: (clearly confused.) But. It's your job.
Chowder: How is that my job?!
Porkchop: (exasperated.) Because you are the Buttwiper!
yeah. so get to work.
hee hee. Buttwiper.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
We all have been given special gifts...
Posted by Cakes at 9/25/2007
Labels: A Matter of Family, A Matter of Logistics
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5 comments:
Thank you Cakes for this post, and your fabulous family and how you openly share them with us. This is priceless, i LOVE it, litterally LOL.
ROTFL!!! This totally put a smile on my face today. Priceless!! A MAN who IS the BUTTWIPER! I never thought I'd see the day.
And I'll see your offer of massage and wine-drinking and raise you one evening of laughing until our sides hurt.
LOL at not encouraging variation. ;)
I am seriously laughing over here. That is SOOO funny! And lucky him...he has a VERY important job...as the buttwiper. Hahahaha
Sean has the same job in our house...and no, I do nothing to discourage it!
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