We're half-assedly trying to potty train EB. She sat (fully clothed) on the potty tonight and said she pooped, so we gave her a sticker.
EB: Daddy, you get a sticker too?
Hubs: No. I don't get a sticker because I didn't poop on the potty. I'll get one at nine a.m. tomorrow.
My parents had EB for the day and took her to the Y.
My dad: After we swam, she watched the boys play basketball.
My mom: She liked watching the boys.
Hubs: I don't like this.
My dad: Playing with their balls.
Hubs: I really don't like this.
EB (our toddler) finds a crumb on her dinner plate and holds it up to me.
EB: See, Mommy?
Me: Oh, yes. It's tiny.
EB: It's not tiny.
Hubs (looking at me): That sounds like a conversation we've had.
We're on our way to breakfast when we pass a restaurant that's basically a rip-off of Hooters.
Hubs: We could go to Show-Me's.
Me: I don't need a side of titties with my eggs.
We've finished up bath time and our toddler is running naked around Hubs's home office.
Hubs: And she found my wallet. Great.
Me: Please, please, please let this be the only time in her life that she's naked while thumbing through a man's wallet.
We were at Target when I was approaching my due date with our first child. We were in the pajama/lingerie section and Hubs picked up a three pack of Christmas thongs.
Hubs: Here. You need these.
Me: Have you seen the size of my ass lately?
Hubs: That's why it's a three pack.
We're at a Mongolian grill where you create your own dishes to be grilled. Hubs has made Cajun fajitas that are really good.
My mom: How did you think to put that together?
Hubs: There was a sign on the wall with different flavor combinations.
Mom: I never would've thought to make something with a Cajun slant. You think Mongolian grill and you think Asian slant.
Me: Really, Mom? Asian slant?
