First, I am warning you that this post is not for the faint of heart so you may want to stop here. This is one of those stories that a mother uses to haunt her son later in life. It seems that every house has to have some kind of poop story (like when the kid smears their poop on the wall), so this is ours.
Tonight when I was getting Elton's clothes off in the bathroom, his diaper was pretty nasty (the kind that daddies and grandpa's never want to encounter), so I went to grab a couple of wipes to wipe him off with before putting him in the tub. I know I have talked often of Bingo & Elton's close bond, but tonight is the topper. As I came back into the bathroom, Bingo was being ever so helpful in cleaning Elton's bottom off. Let's just say that nobody's is going to be letting Bingo sleep with them tonight! I had to post this as one of our memories, so don't say I didn't warn you before you read it!
1 comment:
Maybe Bingo thinks that he's his mom?
Curt
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