Between the constant bickering, rampant destruction, crazy acrobatics and the limitless fiascos involving poop, raising boys is one crazy ride.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Me: "Benjamin, stop lying. Your brother did not spit juice at the back of his own head. That's impossible." Ben: "No it not. It was boomerang juice. He spit and it go all the way around to his hair and back to his face."