At this point, I have just gotten home from a long day driving to and from Appomattox County and I am having a hard time getting motivated to do anything. As I watch my children rip open my case of legal paper I smell something...
Me: George, does your brother have a dirty diaper?
George: I don't know!!!
Me: Well smell his butt!
George:
Me:
George: That's disgusting.
An insane amount of laughing ensues. I wonder how long I can tell George to smell his brother's butt before he starts to question my authority.
