The Scene: I'm downstairs in the office, Zube Boy is upstairs in bed (still not feeling on the up and up). From the office, I cannot hear him squawking.
After a while I hear the tell-tale creaking of the stairs, foreshadowing the imminent arrival of my pajamified husband.
Z-Boy: *heads into the bathroom* Honey?!
Z-Girl: Yes, dear?
Z-Boy: Oh, what are you doing in there?
Z-Girl: Playing on the computer.
Z-Boy: Well, I've been blowing you kisses down the stairs forever now because I thought you were in the living room. I just came down and the kisses were all stuck at the bottom of the steps.
Z-Girl: Why don't you tell them to come over here? Oh wait! Here they come, marching in the office door!
Z-Boy: Nope. Nope. That's definitely not them.
Z-Girl: How do you know?
Z-Boy: Because I picked them all up and threw 'em in the toilet when I came in here.
Z-Girl: And now you're peeing on them?
Z-Boy: Yup.
Z-Girl: That's...nice.
PS - There are some DAMN funny comments here if you're so inclined to take a peek.
Monday, March 31, 2008
He Pisses on Kisses. I Pass on Pissed Kisses.
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4 Leg Humps:
I'd pass on pissed on kisses too. But it was nice of him to blow them to you! :)
That's actually unbelievably cute.
OK, now I'm a bigger slacker than you that I didn't know you're back.
And guys? They piss on everything. Literally and figuratively.
I think I just got a cavity. Must call dentist now.
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