Pooped On

It has become customary in our home that we have nightly wrestling matches.  Did you see us as that type?  Wrestling matches?  Anyway, for the longest Brian would come home from work drop his bag and say "Are you ready to bring the pain?" to Thomas.  Thomas would reply, "bring pain, Daddy!!" with gusto.  It's a hoot.  So last night we engaged in our nightly wresting session, had dinner, were getting Thomas in the bath and I ran my fingers through my hair and thought, "gross.... is that peanut butter??!!" I move to the kitchen to get a towel to wipe out the "peanut butter" mentioning to Brian that I don't even remember giving Thomas peanut butter.  Brian starts laughing... as you have probably guessed, it was not peanut butter.  We always wrestle with clothes on... and would never wrestle without a diaper so we were scratching our heads as to how this happen.  Well, that's not entirely true... I scratched my head while Brian laughed so hard he couldn't catch his breath.

Probably not the title you were expecting, but hey, in life some things just come out of no where.