In which the boy urinates on me.
c. 6:00 am
Owen, sleeping next to me: "Could you open the window, please?"
I chuckle to myself: "Meh, talking in his sleep. Meh. Wait a sec? Why am I all wet?"
Owen, sleeping next to me: "Could you open the window, please?"
I chuckle to myself: "Meh, talking in his sleep. Meh. Wait a sec? Why am I all wet?"
Labels: The Moppets
posted by Greg Mills at 2:25 PM
2 Comments:
Now THAT'S love.
Maybe if you had just opened the window...
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