Yesterday I went to a baby shower for many hours leaving the kids to have fun with Aaron. Part of their afternoon was spent at the church where Aaron had to fill the font for a baptism. At one point all three were in the men’s bathroom, where Harmon sauntered over to the urinal, stuck his hand in, then tasted his hand and exclaimed “mmmm, it’s good!” As the story goes Aaron was appropriately horrified, but apparently not horrified enough to stop Harmon from doing it a second time.
Although I want to die thinking about this, somehow it makes me feel just a bit better that I’m not always the worst parent of the two of us.
And who left him with me?
It was very kind of Aaron to make you feel good about yourself.
oh wow. This is why we keep blogs.
Oh! I am so grossed out!
lol! oh man… that’s a good story.
Haaaaaaaaaaaa!!! And GAG. Okay, so what else do these kids do that we don’t know about? I don’t even like to think about it. Somehow they make it through childhood. It’s a miracle.
That’s beautiful.
That funny.