24 April 2011

Easter with the little monkey who ate, I think, four chocolates all morning/afternoon. He is a very skinny kid. He needed help going to the bathroom and then started singing to himself, which I thought was all well and good, until my aunt came by telling me to check on him ("are you doing allright in there?" "yep!" more singing) and then his mother burst in to fish him out.


Boris Kane said...


wrenna said...

you talk about poo all the time you get poo stories.