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Bedtime Booty

September 27th, 2016

I just realized that the title of this entry used to mean something TOTALLY different than where I'm headed today.

In my 20's...it was a lot of fun.

In my 30's...it mostly spoke to loaded diapers on small, sticky bottoms.

Now, in my 40's, I'm referring to the act of our eldest child and his younger brother stuffing their pajama bottoms with a large bath towel. Most likely the one they used after showering, 45 minutes later than they were supposed to. Shower. Not stuff their pj's. There really is no appropriate time frame for that. Ever.

Anyway, once I no longer heard the sound of water running, I made my way upstairs to reiterate the importance of going to bed almost an hour ago, only to find aggressive Towel-Tush-Twerking.

Imagine Kim Kardashian's butt on a scrawny twelve year old boy who has somehow figured out how to....well, to quote, my side-by-side thrusting 9yr old, "Bounce that booty like a basketball."

This is why there are so many posters, sayings, t-shirts, key chains and coffee mugs addressing a mom's need for alcohol. Cuz you dads...don't seem to see it. Not sure what that universal sick law is, but they save that shit for us.

P.S.
I cannot confirm or deny as to whether the towel used was one you may have used the next day after your shower.

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