Tuesday, August 29, 2006


My wife was lamenting her pooch and looking at herself sideways in the mirror and groaned. Matthew, our 4 year old, asked what's wrong? She replied her stomach. Matthew asked, "Getting big, like daddy's?"

Heather will be able to tell the story better since I heard it from her. How funny. I love that little boy.


Blogger Elizabeth-W said...

Heather and I are soul sisters. We both have freaky music husbands, and we both have pooches. My three year old likes to treat my pooch the way a baker does rising bread dough-punch it.

9:39 PM  
Blogger mullet said...

i have found, through my 4 year old son that the truth hurts!

4:04 AM  
Blogger White Man Retarded said...

As I get older, I care less. I have to care because I'm in the Army, but it's ok by me. I'm not obese by any means, I'm healthy, I can run forever, and I'm married, so I don't have to be vain...hahahaha...

8:52 AM  
Blogger elasticwaistbandlady said...

My pooch is stretchmarked and nicknamed "Tiger Stripes" by my toddlers.

11:51 AM  

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