WARNING: This is a potty training story, so do not continue reading if you are going to be offended.
About two week before Christmas, the choir was practicing for the Christmas program. I am the director, so I was up there on the stage of the chapel doing my thing. The boys where playing around with the other children. I turned around and I noticed something on the floor by the front row pew. I asked Kenny, "Sweetie, what is that?" He responded, "A muffin." Okay. I thought...maybe one of the parents brought a snack for their kids. But I looked a little closer and realized what I was looking at. I asked again, "Kenny, what is that?" To which he responded(shrugging his shoulders and talking out the side of his mouth, "Well...it's probably just my poop." Yes, his accident had fallen out onto the chapel floor.I can laugh about this now, but at the time I was certain that this was the lowest Mommy moment of all time. Maybe it is...but if it gets any lower, don't tell me...I don't want to know.
2 comments:
Hmmm, I don't know how I feel about this story being called the muffin story. I wholly support sharing this story with all so that one day Nathan can be a little embarassed. :-) Childhood is full of these sorts of embarassing tales.
poor kenny... Just as good as the first time you told it... but I don't think I'll be able to eat cranberry muffins anymore (just kidding (:
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