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A few weeks ago, the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile rolled into town and parked at the fair grounds with the carnival. Even though Biscuit and Wrangler were too young to enter the singing contest, they were allowed their moment in the spotlight to “ham” it up. (more…)
While I normally don’t encourage the boys to flaunt their flatulence, when the boys came into my office late this afternoon, I couldn’t help but giggle uncontrollably. On an average day when a mishap occurs, mention will sometimes be made of a frog or squirrel, but today …
Michele: Ooops, what was that?
Wrangler: That was my BUTT TALK
Michele: Your BUTT TALK? That’s not very nice. Where did you hear that?
Wrangler: That’s what your bobo is called, Mom. BUTT TALK
Michele: Are you saying buttocks? (Think Forrest Gump pronunciation)
Wrangler: Yeah that’s what I said! BUTT TALK!
Need I say more?
