At least that what my old man used today. And he should know. Heh. But it's a little tragic when my 3-year-old little boy should find that out.
"Do you know what happened to Jesse yesterday?" Mae voice rattled excitedly over the phone this morning. She was, of course, dying to tell me.
"Cutie-Pie shat all over him," Mae said, "literally."
It took me awhile to respond. I mean, how exactly does one kid shit on another? And right in the middle of their kindergarten class too. Some pretty unsavoury images found its way to the dark recesses of my mind. Did his little co-ed pin him down? Or was he a willing party? Did he roll around in it laughing his head off?
"Is she cute?" the typical male in me enquired.
"Quite," Mae sniggered.
"Then I guess it was worth it."
No clever retort from Mae. She knows I'd take a whole load from her too. :)
UPDATE: In case anybody's wondering, this is not one of those cryptic posts. Poor little Cutie-Pie came to school with a bout of diaorrhea. She had a little accident and there was shit all over the place and for some reason, some of it ended up on Jesse's uniform and nobody can say for certain how that happened. I shall have to interrogate the boy tonight.