My wife returns home in 2hrs. After a lovely loop of the North Face with the 9yr old he informed me he’d followed through.
I guided him to the shower and told him to place his clothes in the washing machine and kick it off.
The machine is running and he’s now informed me he used the left hand one. The left hand one is not a washing machine.
So here we have a dilemma of does he know his right and left? Or do we have a turd being spun?
Ok. It’s gone phantom. The clothes were indeed in the tumbledryer. However the shitty pants had been dropped and where actually (and this maybe the only time I ever express this) under the dining room table.
I have now repositioned all known turds and washing is in progress.
I think on balance we may wash things without input for a couple more years.
So, allow me to summarise:
– kid does shart
– only tells dad he’s a code brown going on when he gets home
– drops his loaded undercrackers under the dining room table
– shoves the rest of his clothes in a random machine, but not sure of his a) left and right and b) which is a washing machine and which is a drier
– disappears while dad has a wonder about his parenting skills
In fairness to Jnr it might not have been totally clear if you meant his Left/right or the machine’s left/right.
It’s one of those anxious situations when you’ve shat yourself where details perhaps don’t always get the focus they deserve…
I’m sure you’ll sit down together and have an RLI afterwards, kids love constructive feedback after they shit their pants…
I once put a girlfriend as in a female friends birthday cake in a tumble drier at her party and set it going. Safe to say she never became a girlfriend.
I once put a girlfriend as in a female friends birthday cake in a tumble drier at her party and set it going. Safe to say she never became a girlfriend.
Anyone else’s brain at 101% trying to work out if this is some kind of complex euphemism?
Anyone else’s brain at 101% trying to work out if this is some kind of complex euphemism?
I once put a girlfriend as in a female friends birthday cake in a tumble drier at her party and set it going. Safe to say she never became a girlfriend.
Not just you Kryton, though I think I know what he’s trying to say!
correction, the dog (window) was actually next to bf (middle). bf's bookbag now covered in poo lmao (sorry). journey began when the girl next to bf (aisle) thought dog was cute and wanted to hold him on her lap, at which point he exploded.
in the end, seats were lysol’d and scrubbed, 75 dollars in airline points were rewarded to direct hits, the lights were dimmed, and a very tired and ashamed lil pup watched tv for the rest of the trip. the plane safely landed. my bf is now home (he swears he can still smell poop)
