My friend a few days ago: Do you want a baby brother or a baby sister?
Q: A baby brother!
My friend: And what's his name going to be?
(Repeated several times when asked throughout the day).
Me Today: Are you riding your horse (the scary loud rocking horse that she loathes but has now become comfortable enough with to ride apparently)?
Me: What's its name?
At least she's consistent... I think. Or something...
Guess What? I'm reached the pinnacle of parenting achievement. Yes. I actually submitted a parent hack. Don't laugh. Someone actually thought it was really cool. And while you're at it, check out this new great website from my pal Jason (who writes here and here as well). It's called Anti Racist Parent and it rocks.
And hey. The huz is in town this weekend.
And please. No need for all your "hubba hubba my girl gonna get some" comments. As my friend joked "Well, he could bend you over the bed" - to which I replied, "I'm not sure that sounds at all pleasant now or ever."
But how about NO FUCKING DIAPER CHANGES AND BATHTIMES ALL WEEKEND MY FRIENDS!
See what happens when you have kids. You weigh mediocre sex against not having to wipe your kid's butt for 4 days.
And you all know the butt wiping wins every freaking time.