Got a call from my husband this morning. per usual, he sounds like death warmed over. Getting up with our son when he works late is hard on him. Husband calls and the first thing I hear is, "come tell mommy what happened". this is usually a bad way to start a conversation. I get the following from the 4 year old:
"i used the potty and daddy flushed it and i bumped him and his glasses flushed down the potty"
I picked my head off the desk and heard my husband tell me he caught them before they went all the way down, but being the germaphobe that he is, he says he can never wear them again.
Happy Friday all.
