Strudel got an anatomically correct potty doll for Xmas, and now there’s been a war going on all day long. This is what happens when Franny’s playdate falls through.
Franny’s no chump. She got me a few times today when I least expected it, like when I was washing the dishes and my hands were all wet. You can hear her laughing as I start filming. I know, I know–oldest siblings shouldn’t have children of their own. I know. Bonus: you can see how messy my house gets during dinnertime.
That is… eerily reminiscent of me and my kids. Well, with slight variations.
Ferince, I only WISH I could have chased my kid around with a be-buttholed dolly. That right there is the best thing EVER.
It’s kind of Jackass for the Under-10 set over here, I’m afraid. I think we’ve called a truce for today, but she might just be laying a trap.
Franny’s all waiting in your bushes. She leaps out with a “Ho-ho, ha-ha,” and brandishes Neko like a sabre. “Prepare yourself, Baron Asshole, the peasants are revolting.” You pull out your teddy, and after a complicated rattle of stuffys, your bear goes flying. As you scramble after it, Franny prods you in the buttocks with Neko, doffs her floppy, be-plumed hat, and swings through the window on the chandelier.
That was great, I loved it! My kids came running over when they heard you laughing, saying “WHATS THAT?!” lol Franny was cookin it trying to get away from the dreaded butthole!
YEEAS, the krazy laugh. :)