Here's what happened...I told Trey it was bath time. He went to the bathroom to start getting undressed. I got to talking with my sister and we noticed after a while that Trey was very quiet. This is why. He had completely emptied my fairly new economy sized bottle of baby powder. What a mess. There was actually a haze in the bathroom from all of the powder in the air. There was so much powder floating around you could taste it! Aye!
4 comments:
now that I've met Trey, your blogs take on a whole new meaning. you aint joking. He is unique.lol. and hilarious!!!
Oh my Chickadee. you sure do have your hands full. good luck, I widh I could say it gets better, but the problems change and just seem to get bigger.
Bethany-i think I know what you mean. You do kinda need to know trey to really be able to visualize what I am trying to write about. I don't do his personality justice in my blog. He is 'unique' and he is my whole world (well almost)
Marcy-your voice of experience has not been giving me the warm fuzzies lately. :)
Sorry Charlie.
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