Plumber

My wife and young daughter got home a little late yesterday. Work and stuff, anyway when they get home it's dicey on what kind of mood my daughter is going to be in. So as my wife runs upstairs to change I look over at my daughter. She has, what I call "plumber". You know, when your crack is hanging out of your pants. I tell her (because I think joking with her will crack the ice) that she has plumber. She looks back at me and says "No going to Wal-Mart" and skirts up the stairs after her mother.

Yep, it's the life I live.