The bare bummed child who bends over, sticking his butt, in the air saying, "here, smell my bum! It's clean!" or the child who actually comes over to sniff and verify it?
These are the tales, travels, travails, and sometimes tears of a mother of four energetic young boys. My journey as a Jenkins began under Alaska's midnight sun, then crossed the deserts of Arabia, and now takes me, for a time, to the central plains of America.
How about the mom who puts it on her blog for the world to read about:-) thats pretty gross too (even though im laughing as I type). Love ya, Reggie
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