Monday, August 16, 2010

Noxious Fumes

I had just learned that my dear friend is expecting a daughter in January. In a wave of sympathetic hormones, I felt compelled to sort through Ainsey's infant clothing to see what I could pass along.

A noxious odor pervaded the closet and utility room.

"Did we toss a diaper in here" I wondered.

A quick sweep of the room ended any further wondering. Yech. Off to interrogate the usual suspect.

Me: Why did you poop in the utility room?

John: Weelllll ... I needed a 'crewdriver.

Alrighty then.

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