It's a Long Story

The other morning, Tiernan was on the toilet. Reagan, DirectorMom and I were in the den. Lala (Aunt Eileen) was in the kitchen and she came into the den and said, "Tiernan is having some difficulties in the toilet..."

She informed us that the boy somehow had gotten poop on his socks and all over his hands. I jumped up, walked into the bathroom and began to access the damage. It was not a haz-mat situation. But he had poop on his hands and socks. I asked him, "What happened? How'd you get poop on your socks?"

And he said, "It's a loooooong story, Dad." And that cracked me up. I said through the laughter. "Well, I got all day. Tell me what happened." He said, "Ohhhh, its a long story." I am not sure where he heard this phrase, but it is not part of his verbal bag of tricks. I never really did get the full story as to how the poop got on his socks, but I can speculate that it has something to do with his wanting to experiment as to the absorbency and cleaning characteristics of different textures and textiles on his bum.

Or maybe he shoved his foot up his ass, its a long story.