One day a few weeks ago Chase was having tummy troubles, so I kept him home from school. He just couldn't be too far from the bathroom. (I think he ate too many cherries and grapes the day before!) When I picked Aiden up from school, we had the following conversation:
Me, "How was school?"
Aiden, "Mrs. Daniels asked me 'Where's Chase'?"
Me, "What did you tell her?"
Aiden, "He had to stay home because everytime he farted a little bit of 'dockeria' (that's what my boys call it) came out."
Some things are better left unsaid... But little boys don't seem to get that! :)
