We still have to check the twins diapers/pull ups regularly (they're autistic if you are not keeping up) and well......five years later we are kind of silly about it, I gotta admit. The other day I was giving a boy the requisite crotch crab to check the diaper status and my husband asked me if I was honking his ball horn.
BEEP BEEP.
Which got us to giggling. And referring to the diaper check as honking the ball horn. Cuz let's face it - unless you're looking for a muddy diaper, you check the front to verify it's soft vs. full status.
BEEP BEEP.
Then we got to speculating on how much fun it'd be if there WAS a ball horn. The phrase "Beep Beep Coming Thru would have a whole new meaning! You know, during those private times there would be a little song........beep..........beep...........beep...beep...beepbeepbeepbeep......BEEEEEEEEEEEP.
You get it.
So the other night when I got a handful of the waiters junk, I immediately let the husband know I had TOTALLY Honked the Ball Horn.
Of course, I was so tickled telling the story of the restaurant and the crotch sightings that I forgot to explain the title of the post. But, now you are up to speed.
BEEP BEEP!
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Saturday, June 20, 2009
Beep Beep Comin' Thru - The Ball Horn
We still have to check the twins diapers/pull ups regularly (they're autistic if you are not keeping up) and well......five years later we are kind of silly about it, I gotta admit. The other day I was giving a boy the requisite crotch crab to check the diaper status and my husband asked me if I was honking his ball horn.
BEEP BEEP.
Which got us to giggling. And referring to the diaper check as honking the ball horn. Cuz let's face it - unless you're looking for a muddy diaper, you check the front to verify it's soft vs. full status.
BEEP BEEP.
Then we got to speculating on how much fun it'd be if there WAS a ball horn. The phrase "Beep Beep Coming Thru would have a whole new meaning! You know, during those private times there would be a little song........beep..........beep...........beep...beep...beepbeepbeepbeep......BEEEEEEEEEEEP.
You get it.
So the other night when I got a handful of the waiters junk, I immediately let the husband know I had TOTALLY Honked the Ball Horn.
Of course, I was so tickled telling the story of the restaurant and the crotch sightings that I forgot to explain the title of the post. But, now you are up to speed.
BEEP BEEP!
BEEP BEEP.
Which got us to giggling. And referring to the diaper check as honking the ball horn. Cuz let's face it - unless you're looking for a muddy diaper, you check the front to verify it's soft vs. full status.
BEEP BEEP.
Then we got to speculating on how much fun it'd be if there WAS a ball horn. The phrase "Beep Beep Coming Thru would have a whole new meaning! You know, during those private times there would be a little song........beep..........beep...........beep...beep...beepbeepbeepbeep......BEEEEEEEEEEEP.
You get it.
So the other night when I got a handful of the waiters junk, I immediately let the husband know I had TOTALLY Honked the Ball Horn.
Of course, I was so tickled telling the story of the restaurant and the crotch sightings that I forgot to explain the title of the post. But, now you are up to speed.
BEEP BEEP!
