Tuesday, November 06, 2007
"Is that mustard?"
My brother was in town over the weekend, and Saturday night we had dinner over at my parents' house with him and his fiance. Toward the end of dinner, Jeff wanted to hold his nephew, so I handed Jack over - and a few minutes later noticed an orangish-brown stain on Jeff's shirt. Jack had done his uncle the honor of pooping on him, at almost their first meeting. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it was still funny.
Jeff's threatened to tell the story at Jack's 15th birthday, but I imagine it will be well-worn by then. Poop stories are great.
Posted by h. goldsmith at 1:10 PM