What is the green stuff leaking from my butt??

The other day, I forgot a pen in my jeans pocket and threw it in the laundry. Normally I check all pockets, but that damn Murphy's Law never fails to amaze me. So when I'm pulling laundry out, there are big black inkstains on my underwear.

Now the underwear is plain old boring white cotton stuff (OMG, I'm turning into my mother), so I throw it all in the wash again on hot with plenty of bleach. Good to go. R ends up being the one to dry it and put it away, and I promptly forget about it.

So on Tuesday, I get dressed and get on with life. And inevitably, I need to go to the bathroom sometime after that, so I go.

And wonder just what the green stuff leaking out of my butt and all over the underwear could possibly be???

I have a slight momentary freak out while I consider all the possibilities. I'm really an alien and this is af. My apparent sinus infection has morphed itself to my nether regions. I'm OBVIOUSLY suffering from a serious brain infection and THIS is how it's showing itself!

Yeah, the last one is the most likely scenario FOR SURE!

And then it dawns on me. The pen. Black ink. And bleach that apparently only turned black ink green and didn't take it out.

Genius. What can I say? Simply genius.

Too much McDonald's.....

Every Thursday, I take all the children to McDonald's for lunch. Hamburger Happy Meals are $1.29 - how can I not??

Sometimes we go in and play, but usually we just hit Drive Thru and bring it home to eat. But I realized something the other day while listening to the children play. And it made me laugh.

R, my 3yo daycare boy, and L, my 2.5yo daycare girl, were playing "McDonald's" together. This consists of R sitting behind the play kitchen taking "orders", and L "driving" up to place her order.

She pulls up to the "window". R says to her "Whatchoo want?".

L says "A happy meal...... with APPLE JUICE!!! for a GIRL!"

There's a very pregnant pause.... and she adds "YAH, and a DIET COKE!"

I suppose it's not funny if you've never been in the van with me, but she seriously nailed how I order. Cuz I always order the exact same thing each week - 7 happy meals, all with apple juice, 4 for girls, 3 for boys..... and a diet Coke for myself. And she obviously pays attention.

R pays attention to, apparently. Because yesterday when they were driving cars all over, and S cut him off, he jumped up and yelled "YOU F***ING A$$!" at him. Now I KNOW I shouldn't laugh, and I did correct him, but sheesh, it is too darn funny to hear a 3yo yelling that IN CONTEXT.

His mom says daddy likes to use colorful language while driving. No kidding. :)