
Originally Posted by
VladTepes
Warning: This thread may be slightly off-putting to those who've just had, or are about to have dinner.
For everyone else - especially anyone who knows Mrs Vlad - you're going to love this story.
We went on a club day to Coochin Creek, and took our nephews, aged 4 and 8.
The 4 year old needed, at one stage, to go to the toilet for 'a poopie'.
Being the uncle, I took him across to what proved to be a drop toilet - the old -throw sawdust down the hole afterwards type.
Well, when Caleb saw this he suddenly didn't have the urge anymore. In his words "I don't need to... it's gone back inside now!" (I would have been rolling around on the floor with laughter had it not been for the surroundings!).
Later that day....
Caleb says the Mrs Vlad " I need to go to the toilet"
One of our fellow forum members adds "Looks like he already has" (or words to that effect,
Anyway it fell to Mrs Vlad to take the poor bugger back to the loos and do what (she tells me) was a horrible clean up.
By the clappers I was glad I flick-passed that one !
I envy all you people with kids NOT AT ALL !!!!
Cheers Vlad.
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