There have to be worse ways to wake up, but, “Mommy, I pooped on my pizza” will drag a mother from dead unconscious to bolt upright in .37 seconds flat.
Of course, it doesn’t make any sense, and the child who said it — in clear, ringing tones — was sound asleep when he uttered this phrase … and didn’t bother to wake himself up with this little declaration. But it sure brought my sleep-time to a screeching halt.
Good morning. I’m working now, wearing the frazzled — yet still weirdly grateful — air of someone who just missed being run over by a bus on the way to work.
ROTFLMAOPIMP! Read your snippet first and then this…
Okay, now I know where you get your inspiration… (Will you keep your roots out of Holly’s blog, you nutty alien plant-thing?)
Robert and Ari >^..^<
But it’s going to make it into a novel someday, isn’t it …
That ranks up there with the time (I wasn’t there) when Jann reported that Jeanna had chocolate pudding between her toes — through her shoes and socks.
Liked the snippet from today also.