How A Snow Day in Knoxville Had Me Shooting the Shit With A Canadian

Let me tell you about my crappy snow day in Knoxville, which amazingly reached all the way to Canada.

My three-year-old got up from the toilet prematurely, and as a result he laid his log right on the bathroom floor. His six-year-old sister discovered the problem and somehow stepped in it on her way to tell me about it.

I was in the next room on the phone with a domain registrar in Canada and had waited a good fifteen minutes to get a live human being -- I wasn't about to hang up.

So I set about trying to ask my questions and listen to the answers while de-pooping my son who (despite my non-verbal cues) felt the need to verbally point out all the soiled areas to me. "An dere's some poop on my toe, Mommy....and dere’s more poop on da toilet, Mommy....Mommy, do you see dat poop?”

Naturally, I was bent over cleaning him up so all his remarks went right into the mouthpiece of the phone. NICE.

And we have ANOTHER snow day tomorrow. CRAP!

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