I picked up a pair of jeans yesterday morning that I had worn the day before.
I intended to wear them that day.
It wasn't until I was buttoning them up that I found the crotch displaying both tomato sauce and poop.
Tomato sauce mine. Poop not mine.
The joys of fatherhood.
2 comments:
Enjoy the baby stage, my friend. It gets worse as they get older...
Aye by the time they are six they're shitting in your pocket!
To be serious, I think the baby stage is the worst by far. But then my elder daughter has just reached teenage and has turned into Harry Enfield's 'Kevin'
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