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Let me tell you about my extra-crazy day today...

First off.. one of my minis that ALWAYS has a runny nose had a little bit of a temper tantrum. About blowing his nose. He did not want to blow his nose. REALLY did not want to blow his nose. He then had a snot rocket coming out of his nose that touched.the.table.* That is one HUGE snot rocket.

It should also be known that when I told hubby the story, he was like "THAT is awesome! Did you tell him how cool he was? I wish I could ge t a snot rocket that big!"

Guess who had to clean it up? Yup. Me.

Then.. when I finally got that mess taken care of, the little one fell asleep (in school) and wet himself. After I convinced him that he should change his clothes before sitting all over my rug, he then came back walking kind of funny. I asked him what was wrong (afraid he pooped himself or something) and he informed me, "I hab a huuuuuuuuuuuge wedgie, dat's what is wong! All because of da stupid undew-weah you made me weah**" in his cute little speech impediment voice.

**Yes, I made the little guy wear tightie-whities. Apparently kids these days are all about the boxers and such.. he was absolutely disgusted when I told him the only extra underwear we had at school was of the tighty-whitie variety. It took me a good five minutes to convince him that the underwear were better than walking around with pee stained boxers. He then offered to not wear any. No way, not in my class.

Seriously, dude? How can I not blog about you when you make it so easy for me.

After that? A parent came in to celebrate her sons birthday. She brought in a cake to share with us. It was delish. Her little guy didn't want his. She then smashed it in his face and told me it was tradition. Um.. what? Tradition? To smash cake in his face? And then leave the mess for ME to clean up?

Thank you Friday the 13th. Thank you.