Carter wants his watermelon back in the freezer. Kevin wants to tell me about his project. I want to get through these tasks without injury. Seems easy, doesn’t it?
Me: (Open freezer. Stick out arm to catch bottle of frozen cranberry juice falling on my head.) I’ll get it Carter, just give me a minute.
Carter: (Standing directly underfoot) I want my watermelon in the freezer, please Mom.
Archie: (from a distance) Wa Wa,… wa wa wa Mommy, wa wa wa MOMMMMY wa wa wa
Me: Archie, I can’t hear you. What? (Stick out hand to grab falling tater tots)
Archie: Mommmy Wa wa Pooping.
Me: (to Kevin) Archie’s pooping. Can you help him? (Kevin heads to bathroom)
Me: This would be easier if we didn’t have so much crap in the freezer. (Balances frozen pizza on top of sideways frozen pesto, dropping watermelon)
Carter: (in anguish) MY WATERMELON!!
Archie: Wa Wa Wa Wa Wa Wa Wa Mommmmmmyyyyy Wa wa wa. Poop.
Kevin: He says he’s pooping.
Me: (still wrestling with frozen foods)
Archie: Wa Wa Poop Wa wa wa Mommmmyyyy
Me: Could you go check again? (Kevin disappears to bathroom- I finally complete my freezer smack-down).
Archie: Wa Wa Wa MOMMMMYYYY wa wa poop.
Kevin: (returning from investigating Archie’s indecipherable noises) He says he wants more privacy.
To clarify: Archie was yelling, calling to us to tell us he needs more privacy. If only that worked for me.
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Sounds like you guys could make a mint doing a reality TV sit com thingy
I’m glad no one was injured by falling frozen food
“Three Men and a Babe?”
“Desperate Housewife?”
“The (Home) Office?”
“Under Six Feet?”
“Burp Your Enthusiasm?”
“Smellville?”
“CSI: Bloomington?”
Just brainstorming here.