Where the hell’s your Mama?

December 21st, 2007

I called Jen this afternoon just to chat and her 5 year old son answered the phone, here is how the conversation went:

Me: Hi Mattymagoo, is your mom there?

Matty: She is, but but but I can’t get her. I’m in a time out.

Me: Can you get your sister to bring the phone to her?

Matty: Sure…LAAUUUURRRREEEENNNNNN, here take this.

Me: Hi Lauren.

Laruen: Hi.

Me: Can you get your mommy for me?

Lauren: I can’t, I’m on the potty going poop.

Me: Ok Lauren, just start yelling that you need a wipe, I bet that will get her.

Lauren: Ok…MOM I NEED A WIPE, MOM I’M POOPING AND MOOOOOOOMMMMM I NEED A WIPE.

Me: (now laughing uncontrollably) Lauren, just keep yelling.

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