Izz a Mun Ter
Zander: Izz a mun ter. Dad, Dad… Izz a mun ter.
Me: A monster? Where?
Zander: In my diaper!
Me: Zander, did you poop, Buddy?
Zander: Yeah, a mun ter poop!
And certainly he had produced quite the monster. As a bonus, while changing him he offered these sage words of advice….
Dad, don’t eat that!
I’m just going to safely assume you heeded his advice.
I hope his advice didn’t come from experience.
That is a wedding story if I have ever heard one!
Too funny!
Wise beyond his years. If only I read this post 24 hours ago. It took me two tubes of toothpaste to get rid of the taste.
He gives very good advise..LOL
Advice to live your life by!
That Zane is so full of wisdom. I hope you took his advice.
Oppps….I meant Zander. See, you’re confusing me with all the Z names. I’m now scared because we’re going to do the same.
Zach always used to inform me that it was a “doozer!” I don’t think he was ever concerned that I might eat it, though.
Thats a boy to be proud of, right there.
Talking of the size of his poop already is very impressive, that sort of talk is usually reserved for when guys gather around a beer barrel.
What do you mean ?
Its just me and my friends ?
Best. Advice. Ever.
I just love poop stories… and this is a good one.
I’m sick, I know
Great advice!
you really can’t argue with his logic. Unless you are a dung beetle.