Monday, June 06, 2005

Umm

My mom called to let me know she got home safely while I was at dinner tonight. I called her back a bit after we were done eating and just had to tell her a story that made me laugh so hard I cried. One of my lovely colleagues and friend's baby son literally pooped ("poop" is the baby-friendly way of saying "shit") on me at dinner. It was histarical! Gross, but histarical! Mom's immediate response was, "Be careful. You know what that old saying is...whoever a baby poops on is the next to get pregnant." Umm. Yeah.

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