As last week’s Friday Fragments hit the internet, I hit the bottom of a slide at Monkey Joe’s.
I sprained my ankle, which made it quite the ‘cankle’.
Huh? What’s a cankle you say?
Cankles are an obese or otherwise swollen ankle that blends into
the calf without clear demarcation according to Wiktionary.
The last time I had cankles, I was very pregnant with Frick.
Not a pretty sight.
As the days pass, the swelling decreases and the exquisite purple, black, and blue color combination emerges.
No picture…I will spare you.
See this shirt?
Frack calls it his
“Chick Maggot” shirt.
I chick Maggot!!
Frack has FINALLY started to pee on the potty. For Pete’s sake, the boy will be three next month. We have been putting him on the potty for months now, to no avail.
Turns out he prefers to pee at school. Whodda thought??
Each time I take him to the potty, I still have a certain mental picture.
To refresh your memory…
One night during bath time, Frack stood up, pointed to the toilet, and said, “I pee…I pee Mama!”
I got him out and put him on the toilet.
I am probably the ONLY person in the whole world who puts her boys backwards on the toilet when training. By doing so, they have the lid to hold on to. I digress….
Frack was wet, straight from the tub. I should have dried him.
He slipped and his sweet bottom fell into the toilet!
His arms and legs were up at his head!
After getting over the shock and then realizing he was Ok, I doubled over with laughter. He joined in with me.
Now I am sure you understand why I think of this every time he goes to the bathroom.
A reunion next weekend!!
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