You just know it's going to be a great day when your 3-yr-old hollers from another room, "Mom! Mom! Come quick!" You run, crossing your fingers that this doesn't involve a trip to urgent care. You turn the corner to see him standing in the middle of the room, smiling, with a plastic Devil's pitchfork stuffed down his pajama bottoms.
"Mom, I've got a trident in my pants. I wanted you to see it before I took it out."
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You nod and walk away. Because what else can you really say?
Posted by Cathy at November 10, 2005 10:42 AMSo where did he get the Devil's Pitchfork anyway? Was it a costume or by your own description, did it mysteriously show up in his crib?
Posted by: DeannP at November 10, 2005 02:26 PMI'm not sure where it came from...probably the same place he got the Playdough pentagram set.
Posted by: Cathy at November 10, 2005 02:32 PMThe old line about the trident down the pants. It never worked for me. Wait until he is a teenager.
Posted by: DaveP at November 10, 2005 04:39 PMIt beats soccer...
Posted by: Gary at November 10, 2005 04:43 PMIs that a trident in your pants, or are you just...
...yeah, you know the rest.
Posted by: Kevin at November 10, 2005 11:04 PMWhat did your father tell you about tridents in your pants, hmm?
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Posted by: Douglas at November 12, 2005 12:54 AMHilarious!
Posted by: yayaempress at November 13, 2005 08:22 AMDidn't the VP pick you up by saying he had an enchanted longstaff in his pants?
Posted by: Sheriff Bart at November 13, 2005 11:23 AM