Today shortly after Rob got home from work, we were in the den, sitting on the couch and talking about our days when Zane came running into the room, excited to see his dad. He jumped up onto his daddy's lap and began rubbing his hands all over Rob's face. Zane shoved his hands into Rob's mouth, and Rob pretended to bite them. About two seconds later the following conversation took place...
Zane- I play cat box
Rob- "What?!?!?!?"
Zane-I play cat box
Rob- show me (not sure if Zane had truly been playing in the cat box)
Rob jumps off the couch and runs to where the cat box is kept, and sure enough, Zane had taken the top off, and his toy clifford was in there. Rob yelled, "OH. MY. GOSH. ZAANNNEEE!!!!! We don't play in the cat box." Which was quickly followed by, Rob running down the hall to go wash his face, hands, and to rinse out his mouth.
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I am sorry, but that is TOO funny! Poor Rob! I love reading your blog...its been a long time since i have seen Elder Foussat! Good times in Ohio!
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