Trying to raise two little ladies is a feat not unlike taking siege to a castle. They resist "proper" and "dignity" at every turn. All my friends/family assure me that this is normal. Okay, I can live with that as long as they aren't gum smacking, bra showing, cigarette dangling from lips, truck stop waitresses when they reach puberty. However, are my two precious little girls the only ones in the world that are fascinated by bodily functions? Delicately speaking, any gas in this house stops them flat and becomes a giggle fest of high volume (heaven forbid we're in public!). Princess had this problem recently in class, Duchess is known for clearing a room but together they are a force to be reckoned with.
Last night The Man was attempted to entertain the children by doing his pushups while letting them sit upon his back (you can see where we are going already huh?). This is a hugely popular thing at my house. So on his back they both go. Looking like little precious angels, in their pjs, all sweetly talking and having fun daddy time. This goes well for the first 5, then....
The Man turns strangely red in mid-push-up, turns to look up at the angels clinging to his back and demands "What's that smell?"
The tower came crashing down in a wave of hysterical laughter and green toxic fumes.
Poor guy. (Sorry about the blurry picture, it happened quite fast....)
