My gene pool.

I'm sure I have sufficiently killed off this blog. What's my problem? I guess I have commitment issues.

Cheers!

I felt the need to break the silence, because I would like to start a segment called: Crap my kids say and/or do.

But that's not so eloquent, ya know? I feel like I need to make a banner, with bright colors, and post it on, say, every Wednesday, to make it all official. But today is Saturday, and heaven knows that I don't know a thing about being creative/crafty/handy...

It's just that Hugh is such a little freak  rascal. That boy. I'm often left dumb-founded, and can only wonder, "What on earth? Where did he come from?" J has come up with some excellent one-liners as well, but within the last 24 hours, the amount of times I have had to sit back and clap my hands ever-so, with the weirdness of Hugh, is shocking.

Just last night, Hugh woke up for probably the billionth time last night, and quietly made his way to the bathroom. I wouldn't have known he was even in there, if it weren't for him screaming bloody murder, "MOOOOOOM!!! I'M DOOOOONE!" as he feels the need to each time he finishes his biz-ness.

As he was hopping off the toilet, he noticed to toilet bowl scrubber. Apparently, this is the first time he has ever noticed such a contraption (observant little 'un), because he grabbed it and said, "What is THIS!?"

"It's a toilet bowl scrubber." I replied, as I escorted him out the bathroom,back to his bed.

A couple minutes later, I passed by the bathroom, and heard some noise, so I stuck my head in, and gasped, "HUGH! Are you licking the toilet bowl scrubber?"

"Ya."

"It's dripping. Did you just dip the toilet bowl scrubber in the toilet...and now you are licking it?"

"Ya."

"Didn't you just use the bathroom a minute ago?"

"Ya."

"Stop."

Yep. That conversation just happened. You can't make this kind of stuff up.

And now, forever onward, it is recorded. So let it be written, so let it be done. And may you ever be enlightened for stopping by today...