like mother like son
On Sunday morning I got to sleep in. I awoke to a loud argument between my husband and my son, on either side of the bathroom door.
[bang bang bang]
My husband: “I’ll be out in a minute.”
My son: “But I want to come in.”
My husband: “I’m peeing, and I want to be alone. I’ll be out in a minute. Just one more minute.”
My son, crying now: “But I WANT. TO. COME. IN.” He had his toy camera he got for Christmas. “I just want to take a picture.”
February 24th, 2009 at 8:20 am
Ahahaha! He’s got his mother’s eye for a candid shot!
February 24th, 2009 at 8:41 am
Hey, thanks for the comment at my place! I am drooling here – did you take these awesome pictures of Cuba & So. Africa and Lunenburg and Guelph, which I’ve never even heard of, much less traveled to and photographed??
Will keep reading – but sounds as if your son may be making a Daddy In The Bathroom calendar, huh?
February 24th, 2009 at 9:21 am
Sus, Guelph’s not as exciting as it sounds – just where I live. But yes, I made all the photos here.
February 24th, 2009 at 10:14 am
Ha! That’s too funny.
February 24th, 2009 at 1:34 pm
*laughing* He comes by it honestly… but be very afraid if (when??) he asks you to set him up with a blogger account!!
February 27th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
Uh oh, peeing pictures! I didn’t think this was that kind of blog.
February 27th, 2009 at 10:11 pm
he’s hilarious, huh?
we reap what we sow.