Thursday, March 27, 2008

My Constant Fear

That just as I've gotten comfortable on the toilet and gotten into my book, the four-year-old will bang on the door--or just open it--and say, "I need to go potty."
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7 comments:

Samantha said...

I will never understand toilet readers. Did no one ever tell you there's a hole in that seat? And if you sit to long it will leave marks...

3/27/2008 8:06 PM
Samantha said...

Crap! my second "o" in "too" did not happen. I hate this keyboard!

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3/27/2008 8:07 PM
B.G. Christensen said...

Did no one ever tell you there's a hole in that seat? And if you sit to long it will leave marks...

Well, sometimes you don't have much of a choice...

Crap!

Exactly.

3/27/2008 9:28 PM
brycemoore said...

Amen, brother. Amen.

3/28/2008 6:29 AM
B.G. Christensen said...

Can I hear a Hallelujah?

3/28/2008 8:21 AM
Kristeee said...

That's a good fear. Occasionally I have relapses of my 10 year-old self's fear of killer spiders under the toilet seat that will bite me. Stupid "Arachnophobia" movie.

3/29/2008 12:51 AM
B.G. Christensen said...

That movie also makes horrible images come to mind every time I close my eyes in the shower.

3/30/2008 9:22 PM

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