Casa de Smiley

We sit down every night to enjoy a moderately delicious meal. some stories of the day, and the beautiful sound of at least one bodily function...here's how tonight's events played out:

• Nathan was sharing (a presumed to be made-up) story about how the "Boogie Man" trying to catch him while coming to our room in the middle of the night...cue Chris (aka Dad) calling Nathan out on his story and proceeding to "call the Boogie Man" on his cell phone. Chris had (a very convincing) conversation with the Boogie man about his whereabouts the night before and the time given in Nathan's story. Nathan's face went from a curious grin to a lifeless pale color with now emotion while watching his father question the Boogie Man as if they had been best friends forever. While Chris asked the Boogie Man when he ate at the restaurant he was at the previous night and would he recommend Chris try it next time he eats at this establishment Nathan's eyes began to wander in a panic. The wheels were spinning. Was his dad serious? Did the Boogie Man really exist? This was supposed to just be a story to justify his late night excursion to his parents bed...his plan had backfired and all we had to do was sit back and wait for the confession! I know what you are probably thinking, teach a child not to lie by lying?!? And my only response...I'll be doing the judging here people!
  


• While Nathan sat pondering how he was going to find out the truth behind the Boogie Natalie ripped a fart so loud I'm pretty sure Jesus heard it. While farts are always funny, no matter how mature you think you are, it was not the fart that had me on the verge of wetting myself like an elderly woman with a sneezing fit. Natalie in response to her own fart says "Oh I need to poop like the fart said!" and ran to the bathroom! (I couldn't make this stuff up)



• Natalie sat on the stool with here feet dangling in the air hollering "MOMMY" and Noah responding "YES" Natalie repeats "Mommy" and Noah responds "YES". Natalie cranked up the volume, thinking I couldn't hear when in reality I was not able to respond due to the relentless giggling. On the last go round Natalie screeched "Mommy will you wipe my butt?" and Noah responded "OK!" At this point I stepped in seeing as I am the official butt wiper of the house. Noah had also proclaimed earlier in the night that "My BOO BOO EXPLODED!" He was in no shape to be doing any wiping post explosion...haha (that will be explained in the upcoming post)



• That ladies and gentleman is how an average evening at the Smiley Dinner Table unravels.