Double Trouble

I have a story to tell. It's Keith's story, but it deserves to be blogged about. Since he doesn't have a blog, I told him I would do it. Last weekend he took the kids with him to meet an agent at a rental property. He had to exchange keys for the clients he was working with. The house was completely empty. The clients were going to be moving in that weekend. The kids were being crazy, running around the house chasing each other before the other agent arrived. Keith said to point out the other agent was a real $#>)! You fill in the letters. Anyway, they arrived ten minutes early and the agent was ten minutes late. At the exact time the agent showed up and introduced herself, both kids proclaimed they had to go to the bathroom. Now this was a huge house so Keith sent them off to separate toilets, hoping but not knowing if there was toilet paper. As he was trying to conduct professional business, both kids started yelling from their separate bathrooms "Daddy, come wipe me." If you know Keith at all, this was probably the most mortifying moment in his life. Not to mention there was absolutely no toilet paper in either bathrooms. Being a practical person, Keith keeps a roll out in the car just for emergencies like this one. While the agent looked on...not literally, Keith took care of the dirty bottoms one by one. It got a little nerve racking when he went to Pierce's bathroom because apparently he dropped the most ginormous deuce Keith had ever seen and he wasn't sure if the toilets were even going to flush. It took two tries, but the deuce left the building.

Luckily I have not had to experience the double deuce dropping while conducting business, but I do think getting pucked on in the swimming pool and having chicken nuggets, oranges, and pasta go down my swimsuit top was pretty bad. Especially because it was witnessed by far more people then one agent and because it cleared out an entire side of the pool.

Kids make life a little more interesting.......and gross.