Tonight Max (who woke up puking this morning. Yep, puking. We’re leaving tomorrow, so why not?) was helping Jac clean up the basement. They started out looking for Legos and it evolved into a whirlwind of frantic cleaning. Anyway, he came upstairs crowing about how great it looked and how I had to see it. So down the stairs I went. And there, in his chonies and t-shirt, Max stood with his hands on his hips, saying in a rather loud voice, “Yep. Dad and I are working hard. Working like strong, continent men.”
I laughed so hard Jac gave me a dirty look. But as I always say, I’d take a continent man over an incontinent one any day.
