"I wiped my jango! Can I have a candy now?"
This is what my three-year old yelled at 7:20 this morning. I think it is the making of a good Sunday.
Why doesn't anyone give me a candy when I wipe my jango? Or anyone else's jango? Or the three bums that I wipe? If I got a candy for every jango, penis and bum I wiped I'd be giving Willy flippin Wonka a run for his money.
Gotta go, the little one is in the corner grunting away. Not a good sign.
