I picked the kids up Friday and drove them home. When I pulled in the garage and opened the back door to unbuckle Kaylee, the most ungodliest stench wafted towards my nostrils.
I asked both kids who "tooted" and neither one of them would claim it. I asked which one of them pooped their pants, and again, no takers. Finally I said "It smells like farts back here guys, which one of you was it?" and do you know what my angelic daughter said?
"It wasn't us Mom. That smells like one of YOURS."
I joined the "OMG I need a glass of wine or I'm gonna sell my kids" group on Facebook.
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