The boys got a Sandman toy from McDonald's on Friday night. By Saturday evening, the boys had left them out downstairs, much to the chagrin of Mommy. She instructed them,
"Get your balls and little thingies upstairs."
Nice talk sailor-mouth.
I'm not going to be your Daddy anymore, Jesus will be your new Daddy
NOOOO! I DON'T NEED TO THROW UP! AHHHHH! MY TUMMY HURTS!!!