Munchkin vs. The Toothpaste

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Munchkin vs. The Toothpaste

SuperHubby was out of town a couple nights last week, and on one of them, he called home to ask how things were going.

“Umm…” I said.

“Yes?” he sighed.

“The kids are in bed,” I told him, “but it was an… interesting night. I just caught Munchkin using his toothbrush to paint his own chest with toothpaste bubbles.”

There was silence on the other end. And then–

“You just sit around thinking of crazy things to tell me when I call, don’t you?” he said.

“And that was after I came up from checking the laundry and found all three kids parading naked in the upstairs hallway, yelling ‘Booty-butt’ and hitting their own rear ends and quacking like ducks,” I said.**

Just in case he didn’t miss us enough already.

** It should be noted that I didn’t reference how many times and in different ways the children worked the word “fart” into conversations. You’re welcome, SuperHubby. ;-)