Scene: A couple sits on a couch across from a television set showing the Redskins/Dallas game on a Sunday afternoon, the woman slightly sideways and nuzzling up against the man's side, his arm around her back, his hand on her lower back, fingertips ever-so-slightly tucked into her waistband. Across the toy-strewn, cheerio-and-kix-crumb-laden room, the woman's sister sits on the step entry to the sunken living room, talking to a six-year-old boy and a three-year-old girl while another, older girl insists on using the bathroom with the door open behind them while a baby crawls around the room in search of crumbs big enough to put in his mouth to make his mother squeal "No, baby, don't eat that!"
Six-Year-Old Boy: "Daaaaad, why do you have your hand in Mommy's butt?!? That's gross!"
Woman on Couch, with twinkle in eye: "Yeah, Dad, why DO you have your hand in Mommy's butt?"
Cue hysterical laughter, and fade out.
I will point out that this is how you got 4 of them in the first place.
Posted by: Uncle Orca | November 19, 2007 at 06:08 PM
Yes, I will agree with Uncle Orca :)
We heard that one waaaaaay too many times (while looking down at my expanding tummy)..."Haven't you two figured out how that happens yet?"
Posted by: angi | November 19, 2007 at 10:22 PM