Levity
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.
Heather will be able to tell the story better since I heard it from her. How funny. I love that little boy.
posted by White Man Retarded at 10:59 AM
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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.
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...
My pooch is stretchmarked and nicknamed "Tiger Stripes" by my toddlers.
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