So it seems that not only does percocet make me incredibly nauseas, sleepy and generally feeling pukey in gereral, it also makes me a leetle bit loopy. If I left silly, non-sensical comments on your blog, or if I talked to you on the phone and I said I would do something or did something that I forgot to tell you about, I’m just gonna blame it on the drugs. Having this molar pulled was 100 times…No…Wait. 1000 times worse than I thought it possibly could have been.
Today’s post is simply another one-liner from my 5-year-old. When this one-liner was delivered, I hadn’t been able to brush or floss or rinse for the first 24 hours. We were watching a video around hour 24.
Mr. B and I were sitting on the sofa, watching a video I had just taken of him singing a silly song. As we were watching it, Mr. B suddenly exclaimed, “Momma, I sthmell poop!”
Thinking he had farted, we moved to the other sofa and resumed our video watching.
Again, he said, “Momma, I sthtill sthmell poop.”
“Did you toot?” I asked.
“Nope, not me, Momma.”
After the third time that Mr. B insisted that he smelled poop, we started to really investigate.
Nothing on the sofa, not under the sofa, not on his hands, fingers, clothes or shoes. I gave up on looking for the poop smell when I asked Mr. B if he had smelled it again and he said no.
“Wait!” he exclaimed as I started to walk away. “There it is! I sthmell it!”
I stepped closer to him and asked him where it was.
“Oh, it’sth ok Momma. It’sth not poop.”
I sighed with relief.
“It just your breath.”