“MOM! Willie Nelson pooped in my room. Twice!”
Motherhood is full of awkward and funny phrases. Phrases like Honey, do you think Alice pooped this lego, or did she just stash it in her diaper? (because she treats her diaper like her own personal safety deposit box), and No, child, it is NOT okay to wear the same underwear to school every day of the week. But out of all the phrases I’ve heard and said throughout my parenting journey, Willie Nelson taking a dump in my son’s room (twice) just would have never registered on my radar screen as A Thing I Will One Day Hear My Kid Say.
But then my friend Heather had a Beagle who got herself knocked up by some unknown baby daddy. Her puppies were the cutest things I’d ever seen, and I immediately fell in love with one little guy. The Hubster knew he was beaten the second she posted their day-old pictures on Facebook.
Him: We’re getting one, aren’t we? [it should be noted that the Hubster is NOT a lover of dogs]
Him: Can I at least name it?
Seeing as how he wasn’t putting up much of a fight, I agreed immediately, and our new soon-to-be pup got his moniker. Now all sorts of funny phrases are flying around our house:
“Willie Nelson is humping Ginger’s head again!”
“Willie Nelson is sucking on Alice’s binkie!”
“Willie Nelson is running in his sleep!”
“Willie Nelson is chasing his tail!”
Our new little guy is keeping us in stitches, and brightening our days at every turn. Except, of course, when he forgets to take his business outside.