Half way through dinner, Andrew left the table to relieve himself. (That’s the last time in this post I will be euphemistic – if you’re eating your dinner, you might want to leave now!)
After a few minutes my lovely husband went to see if he needed any help. The conversation went something like this:
“Have you finished? Do you want me to wipe your bottom?”
“No thanks. I’ve done a poo, but there’s another one coming.”
“Okay, well, call when you need me.”
“Dad no wait. I want you to come and see this poo! It’s really big!”
“That’s nice, Andrew, but I’m still eating.”
“But it’s shaped like a frog!”
“Really? Does it have a mouth and eyes and everything?”
“No, just a tummy and back legs!”
I laughed so hard I nearly choked on my rice.
Life in the Strange Lane 
That’s hilarious! Elias said the other day look Dad it’s a family – a mom, a dad and a baby. Another one it looks like a banana but I won’t eat it.
Ben and I have just wet ourselves reading this!