the other day, sam and i were walking into the closest walmart (there are about 67 walmarts in our city... which equates to roughly one walmart per 2,300 people. what is wrong with society!?). i know... i try not to frequent walmart for SO many reasons, but there was something walmart-specific i needed, can't remember what it was... honestly, sometimes WALMART is the only store in canada to carry certain easily-obtainaed items from the states. it's not a choice really. ANYWAY.
sam and i were walking in from the car. he was messing around with his butt. i suppose anyone with a little boy can tell you that it happens from time to time (daily) that they'll be messing with their butt-area. butts are just SO funny, it's hilarious when butts are talking, farting, being shown or any occassion, really, which allows for talk of the butt. butts butts butts. ugh.
so i said to him, 'what. are. you. doing. stop.' to which he replied 'my underware is stuck... in my butt... it's stuck...' all the while digging. i said 'that's called a wedge.'
well, he wanted to know WHY it was called a wedge, so i explained why (i'm not explaining it here to you, if you want to know, email me privately). then i looked up and realized, hey... you're explaining wedgies to a kid on the way into a walmart... how fancy is your life!?!?!
:(
i will be emailing you privately.
Posted by: so pauvre | June 22, 2009 at 08:33 PM
Sarah, you just made my day! LOL.
Love, Marilyn
Posted by: Marilyn Paddle | June 23, 2009 at 06:36 AM
so pauvre... are we clear now?
Posted by: punchanella | June 23, 2009 at 06:51 AM