A few days ago, G-Dog called me into the bathroom to . . . okay, I'll say it. Wipe his bum after he used the potty. As I walked into the bathroom, I caught him wiping his own bum . . . on the rug in front of the bathtub. I screamed in horror, and recoiled in absolute disgust, immediately grabbing him and finishing the job he had started.
He laughed and laughed, and laughed some more. I, of course, had a long, one-sided conversation about gross things, and he just kept laughing.
Later that night, when CPod came home from work, G-Dog made sure to tell him what he had done. He was, after all, proud of his handiwork. And, I suspect, absolutely pleased with the helluva reaction he got out of me.
"Daddy, isn't that funny? I wiped my bum on the rug!"
CPod didn't disappoint him, either. "No, G-Dog, that's really gross!"
G-Dog was ready for him. "But Daddy, gross is funny!"
Profound, isn't he?
And here is a picture of something gross that I'm 100% certain is NOT funny:
I dropped a glass bottle of delicious Italian soda, and it pooled under my refrigerator. I pulled off the front, and tried to clean it up. I couldn't believe how dirty it was under there. What you're seeing here is 7 years of dust. I asked CPod to pull out the refrigerator and help me clean it up. We stared at a few minutes, tried to clean it up for a second or two, and CPod finally went downstairs to get a putty knife. I am shuddering right now just thinking of the bug possibilities.
And another picture, just because I love it: