Friday, August 29, 2008

crappy boy

My wife was holding Baby Sammy and we were both making cute little baby talk to him. His expression changed a little and his aroma changed a lot. In the same tone as I was just talking to him, I asked, "Sammy are you a crappy boy?" His face squished up, his lip assumed pout position and he shook his head vigorously. He claimed he is not a crappy boy. I still had to wipe something off his little butt.

3 comments:

Meg said...

babies rock.

The Logisitician said...

This was so funny and so descriptive for such a short piece!

Born with a big mouth! said...

that is too funny!!!