That's right. Thank God for them. Because when you are in a situation where you just have to let one go, you can blame it on the kid's poopy pants.
"What smell? I don't smell- Oohhhh! ...that Wednesday's tacos, last night's pizza, today's Subway, rotten eggs mixed with Downy smell? That's my kid's dirty diaper. I am on my way to change him."
He he.
1 comment:
hahaha.....that's great!
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