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Everyone who knows me well knows that my dear sweet hubby and my wonderful children have my heart, and always will. It’s moments like this that I completely melt. How did I get so lucky?
Ash thinks this photo makes him look chubby so next time you see him make sure and tell him how slim he looks. He’ll love it.
So I have a theory, a theory I have been contemplating for a while. I tend to need an explanation for why everything is the way it is. In my OCD need for understanding I tend to come up with a lot of theories (most of them probably complete crap, I admit it).
My newest theory is that it is genetically impossible for little boys to aim properly. I truly am coming to the belief that its part of their DNA to completely loose all sense of direction while urinating. What other explanation can there be for the places that I find urine in the bathroom?
Last night while explaining my theory to my wonderful husband he knobbly tried to defend his two young sons by explaining to me that “it’s not as easy as it looks.” Really? That’s your story and your sticking to it, really?
So lets give them the benefit of the doubt that it really is more difficult than it looks that doesn’t explain me finding urine on the door opposite the toilet. I mean seriously HOW DO THEY MANAGE THAT ONE?
So tell me what interesting theories about life do you have, I would love to hear them (it helps me feel a little less crazy).
