Just One Final Syllable
I've been meaning to record this here for about a week, but I haven't. Last week Mr. Sneaky Pants and Sarah were working in the office at the art table. They had been busy for a long time, which was excellent because The Banana and I were accomplishing some much needed weeding outside. With a snap, the sliding patio door opened, and out popped Mr. Sneaky Pants with a twinkle in his eye. He was holding a small spiral bound notebook with a lot of interesting marks in it.
"Mom! Guess what Sarah and I have been working on! We made diarrhea!"
I was a bit confused for a second, until I realized he was talking about the notebook. Then I wondered if my ears were playing tricks on me. I decided to inquire.
"Oh! You're writing in a really neat notebook. What do you call a notebook that you write in like that?"
Mr. Sneaky Pants rolls his eyes at me, " Mooooooooooom! I just told you! It's diarrhea!"
![web analytics](https://c.statcounter.com/<!-- Start of StatCounter Code --> <script type=\"text/javascript\"> var sc_project=5565910; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_partition=60; var sc_click_stat=1; var sc_security=\"0e7adf24\"; </script> <script type=\"text/javascript\" src=\"http://www.statcounter.com/counter/counter.js\"></script><noscript><div class=\"statcounter\"><a title=\"wordpress hit counter\" href=\"http://www.statcounter.com/wordpress.com/\" target=\"_blank\"><img class=\"statcounter\" src=\"http://c.statcounter.com/5565910/0/0e7adf24/1/\" alt=\"wordpress hit counter\" ></a></div></noscript> <!-- End of StatCounter Code -->/0/var sc_security=\"0e7adf24\"; /0/)