~ Today’s conversation between James and I ~
(right after changing his diaper)
James: Mom, what’s on your face?
Mom: I don’t know, James . . what’s on my face?
(James walks up to me, smears his finger against my cheek, examines it)
James: Oh, it’s just poop.
*sadly enough, it was poop. I have NO clue in this world how I got that on my face . . . as I wiped the rest off my face and looked down, I noticed it is also on my pants, my shirt, the carpet . . . to which I replied . . .
Mom: JAMES?!?!? What in the world? Was I knocked unconscious and you exploded on me?!?!?!?
This is still a mystery.
No one to this day knows how this happened.
To us, this is just another chapter in,
The Twilight Zone
. . . .do de do doh, do de do doh