Juney has come up with a couple of funnies over the last few weeks and I keep thinking I need to write this stuff down…so here are 2 that are good ones that happened last night and today.


Rough Day
She’s been having some late nights lately and has been extra tired during the day – she even fell asleep standing up at school!  Anyway, last night was another late one and she was tired and not walking the smoothest.  She tripped on herself and scraped her knee.  It wasn’t bad, but she was pretty upset, and just tired.  We went inside to get a band-aid and as I was getting one out of the box for her she said, “I’ve had a pretty rough day.” in a sad, sweet and tired voice.  It cracked us up!  
I sat on the floor with her to put the band-aid on and she said it again.  I then said, “I had a rough day too.” She replied, “We need hugs.” So we hugged and it was sweet.  She then asked, “You feel better?” I said I did and she said she did too.  What a cutie!


Pooped the Bed
This morning was that moment that others have warned me about.  June came into our room and I heard her coming.  She slept a little later than usual so I was expecting her – about 6:30.  She came into our room with something in her hand.  I asked her what was in her hand, but before I could even get the words out she says, “I have poop in my hand.” I sprang out of bed and went over to her immediately.  Our conversation went down as follows:

June: I have poop in my hand.
Mama: From where?
June: I pooped the bed. (No emotion. Just a fact.)
Mama: What?
June: I pooped the bed.
Mama: Did you poop your diaper or did you poop the bed?
June: No, I pooped the bed.
Mama: Okay, well…
June: I need to put this in the trash…
Mama: No. Let’s put it in the toilet.
June: Okay.
-we go to the bathroom to flush-
Mama: So did you poop your diaper and take it off?
June: No.
-she frequently pees in her diaper/pull-up at night then takes it off-
Mama: Did the poop fall out of your diaper?
June: No
Mama: So you just pooped in the bed?
June: Yeah.
Mama: It wasn’t in your diaper?
June: No.
-I just looked at her a little puzzled.-
Mama: So you pooped the bed?
June: (throws up her arms) That’s my story. (and shrugs)
Mama: So that’s your story? (cracking up)
June: That’s my story. (shrugs with both palms up)

I was dying.  So we went down to her bed and found a lone poop. Thankfully none of the poops – in her hand or in the bed- were soft serve consistency.


So, what can I say? That’s Juney’s story.