Saturday, July 28, 2007
So we were getting ready for our weekend trip to Kansas City and doing our last check of everything before leaving. Something got into my lovely pregnant wife's nose and made her sneeze. . .once. . . twice and one final big sneeze--
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed as she ran out of the room towards the bathroom.
Once she emerged I asked if she was OK.
"Yes," she said "The sneezing just made me have to pee."
There are advantages to being the outsider when the little man in your belly uses sneezes to try and make you pee your pants. Maybe we will bond more on our love of taunting mommy.
"This isn't going on the blog," she demanded.
Posted by I'm Not Skippy at 10:48 PM