Guess What? It's Another Post About Poop

Sometimes when Sam needs to poop, he screams, has a panicked look on his face, and runs around (not to the bathroom).

This morning, there has been quite a bit screaming, running around, not pooping, screaming, running around, and not pooping.
Then finally pooping in the potty, only to come downstairs, scream, run in the bathroom and simultaneously pull down his underwear, poop on the floor, oh and bust his lip on the toilet seat.
How does that even happen?

Reaching the Younger Generations

My mom has this habit that she's become quite famous for, at least in our family.

Most nights, she can be found sitting on the couch, chatting with someone on the phone or tidying up around the house. No matter what she's doing, you'll see the same thing hanging out of her mouth....floss.

The woman flosses religiously. It's not a bad habit. In fact, it's a great one. A very hygienic one... until floss gets left lying around (to be fair, that doesn't happen often.)

Either way, she's reaching the younger generations with it.

And So it Began to Deteriorate

Bob gets mouth ulcers. Really bad mouth ulcers. The kind that make you cringe when you see them. Anyway, he used to get them fairly regularly and since death month, when he had roughly 40 in his throat (i.am.not.exxagerating), neither of us can remember him getting one this year.

And then last week rolled around. And he got a "sore throat"...otherwise known as an ulcer...on his UVULA. On his uvula, people. Who even knew that was possible?

See?



Part of it is missing. Just gone. Burned off by the ulcer, I suppose.

At least there was just one this time.