Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Knock, schmock!

I should apologize to those who've heard this story before, and of course to the Chief since he gets tired of me sharing all the stories about him.

So I'm sorry Chiefy Dear. But not sorry enough to stop.

We live in a rental house that is fine, but has some quirks.

Like the bathroom doors don't latch all the way. And if say an 11 month old pushes on them, they will spring open. Suppose this wouldn't be a big deal, but we are very private pee-ers in our house.

Last night Chief literally ran down the hallway to get to the bathroom in the hopes that Murph wouldn't follow.

No luck.

Murph is obsessed with Daddy right now and wants to be where he is!

So of course a few moments later I hear the startled cry from Chief when his "business" is interrupted! I can't help but laugh! Almost as funny as when he was doing a sit down job and Murph burst in! I can just imagine his shocked face!

He would like me to feel bad for him.

People in Hell would like ice water.

4 comments:

thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

I have the same problem with doors here — particularly problematic when you have a lap-cat. Chief's worst nightmare, I'd imagine.

Tara said...

hahaha. It seems to me that the Chief has pooping issues. First the bird, then being watched. What's next?

XOXO said...

Apples and Ice cream!

wildhorse said...

aslong as there were no "racing stripes" for the little guy...