Look, another blog post about Lucy. Sorry!
Some day it won't be all about her. Here's a bad story though:
We have a lot of long-haired girls over here. I vacuum a lot, but the hair flows. Lucy licks the floor constantly, thereby ingesting occasional hairs, apparently.
Because this morning as I stumbled outside, half awake to observe her morning poop and pick it up with a bag...
sorry, maybe I shouldn't tell this story. It's so gross.
This happens often. It dangles by a hair. She panics, runs in circles, drags her bottom on the patio. It is my job to help her. If I have my plastic bag handy, I have to pull the dang hair out to free the poop. Gaahhhh! Nothing ruins a girls breakfast quite like this. And all before I ever dreamt of grinding my coffee beans. It's just too much.
I was so grossed out, I couldn't get the scowl off my face for the next half our.
Okay, let's wipe that disgusting memory away with much cuter potty story.
Lola was taking her bed-time pee when her eyes started to water and she felt it needed some explaining:
"When people pee, they close their eyes, because tears come out, but not because they're crying. It's because that's just the way they love pee. So much."
Oh, I just laughed and laughed into the shower curtain so that she wouldn't see me laughing at her. She hates when people laugh at her, because we do it often. After my laugh attack I ran to a piece of paper and wrote it down. We just love pee. So much. Hahahaha.
2 comments:
Oh my Lola says the best things!
I've had to pull grass out of Captain's butt before because it was just hanging there and driving him crazy. :/
that used to happen to Bo. Gross.
My eyes water worse if I'm singing and peeing at the same time.
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