Frankie took a dump in the bathtub last night.
I mean, (sigh) come on. That is just wrong.
Who does that?
Here's the kicker--she did it again tonight.
Oh, COME ON, Frankie. The bathtub ain't your personal outhouse. Really...you can't save that stuff for when we're at camp and Daddy can handle it? Better yet...here's a thought...oh, I don't know...how about maybe slinging that mud so it lands in your dipe? Remember those days? Good times.
Let's (YOU) really think about revisiting the old crap-in-the-diaper days, because your current method of disposal really isn't thrilling me. OK?
You're cute and all but you're really pushing it, sister.
