You can't scare me!!!!!!!

I’m sitting at my kitchen table talking to my friend who doesn’t have kids..

“Mama??  Is that poop? ", asks Bad Baby

I scoop up the blob of brown on the kitchen floor with a tissue…

I smell it..

Nope… pudding…

“Who had pudding???” I yell.

Just then in walks Tommy…

Mom…..I think I have poison Ivy on my butt …he said in a rather worrisome tone….

With no thought at all I yank his pants down flip him over..examine..

“Nope!!”  I answer..  “ just some road rash from ..sliding into home…a little Neosporin and you’ll live…”

Then.. Bad Baby walks back  in kitchen with something in his hand.. he gives it to me…  “A tissue wif (yes he says wif)  a Boogie on it for you… Mama”

Thanks I say… whipping out antibacterial wipes and rubbing him with them…

As I look at my friend she is staring at me like my hair is on fire…

“ You scare me..”  , she murmured.

“Well........”, I responded.. “You can’t scare me… I live in a house with all boys.” 

 lol!!!!!!!!!…. Enough said!!!!!!!!!!!!