I know this one is short, but I didn't feel comfortable putting it right out there on Facebook.
Our good friends Dan, Ang, and Izzi were staying with us last night. Izzi decided she wanted to sleep on a mattress in Harper's room. So Mark starts working on setting up the bed. He was standing in the hallway looking for sheets for the twin-sized air mattress when he uttered this gem:
"Where are the twin shitted..."
He stopped and looked at Ang and I. We were sitting in the living room. Laughing. Laughing so hard we were crying.
As you might imagine, this was a theme for the rest of the evening.