The other day my sister's family was out for dinner at a restaurant. After they finished eating, three-year-old N. (see post, "Daddy Helped Me," for more on him) went and got a mint. Then his dad took him to the restroom. N. apparently thought it would be cool to spit the mint into the urinal. Then, before hi
s dad could stop him, he reached into the urinal, picked up the mint, and popped it back into his mouth!
Can I hear a giant, collective, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!?!"
N's mom is wondering why her sister is recounting the story to everyone (i.e. me), and probably won't be pleased that it's now here for all to read. There are just some things one can never live down.
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