23 June 2012

To my dear, dear, son

For the sake of our future relationship, please, please, please stop taking off your diaper and crapping in your bed.  If you have to go, call out to me.  I will come, I promise you.  It's really not that much of a bother.

2 comments:

Patience said...

I had one of those. Does he smear it on the wall as well? Prayers that this phase will pass quickly. How old is he now?

Bear-i-tone said...

He doesn't smear it, but I've had to comb it out of his hair on more than one occasion. He has just turned two.