Just like the title says, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I wanted to.
I wake up at the crack of dawn just to take Kaylee to her ballet class in Diamond Bar which starts at 8:00 am. It’s refreshing to see a room full of 3 year olds who think they are doing a great job at ballet but look so uncoordinated and even fall over several times trying to do the moves. Graceful ballerinas they are not but cute as a button they are.
So, after a day of rearranging our schedule so that people could come see our house that’s for sale and for them to be so rude as to not show up for the appointment and not even call, I’m on the phone with one that is trying to schedule for tomorrow and Kaylee runs up and yells “Ma Ma, Kyle pooped on the table.” I’m trying to be as professional as possible and hurry off the phone. I wonder what these people must be thinking. I hope they are thinking Kyle must be the name of their dog. Anyhow, I set down the phone and run out to see what the crisis is. I find Kyle bottomless, a diaper in the corner and a pile of poop on the coffee table out in the living room. Mind you at this moment it is around 15 after 5 and we have someone coming to see the house that said they would be there between 5 and 5:30. So, I think no one will believe this and I better take a picture. The camera has no battery left. I manage to catch the lil pooper and get him to the bathroom to wipe his butt. He’s giggling like crazy and thinks this is hilarious. The battery charged for 1 min and I take the picture, clean up the table and Lysol like crazy!
