<at first day of t-ball practice>
Me:What’s the first rule here, boys?
Kid:Don’t poop your pants?
M:I was gonna say “have fun” but…OK.
I’ve slept with enough babysitters to know how to raise a kid thanks mom
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Me: So we can be alone?
HR: Your new nickname is a problem.
Me: We all have them.
HR: Yes, but Sperminator?
Pretty sure my baby thinks the number after 10 is yay.
Judge: The jury finds the defendant guilty.
Judge: Again, you’re the plaintiff.
Me: Haha. Oh yeah.
I’m in the other room and I hear my 3yo shout, “In your face, poop”. Then the toilet flushes. I would give anything to get that excited about pooping again.
*reaches into wife’s purse*
*pulls out lasagna*
me: Told you it’d work
Her: Stop being so territorial.
Me: *peeing a circle around her* I have no idea what you mean.
Can anyone recommend a good book to tell people I’m reading?
When I was in high school we had to do an assignment where we kept a food diary and I worked at Baskin Robbins so one night for dinner all I wrote down was 14 waffle cones and 1/2 cup hot fudge and my teacher sent me to the counselor.
DOCTOR [hitting me with his car] This is for not eating that apple