Oooohhhh!!!  Where does he keep coming up with these packets of Taco Bell
sauce?  Wikkett has never eaten anything weird before this last week and
I'mm afraid he's determined to commit suicide!  Last Monday he pooped in
the bathtub and it looked like albino grass hoppers or something.  He was
hyperactive that morning, so I just cleaned the mess up <sigh.  .  .  as
usual> although I did make a point of showing it to Glenn.  He didn't have
any clue either -- until that night and he found what was left of an
icecream sandwich wrapper under the couch!  all I can say is thank goodness
they put wax on those papers.  That much would have made me uncomfortable,
I can't imagine how he was able to pass it!
 
Dooks to all,
Charlotte and the Paper Baron
[Posted in FML issue 2836]