I spent five minutes the other night laughing my ass off over this.

For Easter I got the kids a set of window markers. You can use them to color/draw on glass and it is washable so it wipes right off with a wet cloth. Day before yesterday was the first time they'd played with them. When I was showing the markers to them I picked up one and wrote the first thing that popped into my head, which, because I am apparently still 12 years old, was "poop." Then I went away and left them to their coloring.

I hadn't paid any attention to their "artwork" until later that night when I went in to feed the bunny. Upon closer inspection I found the following inscriptions in Madalyn's writing:

Madalyn is a poopy.

JZ is a poop.

Mom is a poop.

Dad is a poop.

And me, being the cracker-jack parent I am, stood out there laughing hysterically over it. Probably I should've been horrified or disgusted or something but it just cracked me up. I guess if she'd just written that one of us was a poop I'd have taken it more personally, but, I mean, she included herself in it, as well, so I can hardly take offense to that. Plus, ahem....who gave her the idea to writ it in the first place? Physician, heal thyself.

Sometimes I wonder whose idea it was to give me two children to raise.