My butt got kicked out of school...

...for pooping to much. I'm serious!

That's right, I've had the trots for the past two days and the people at DayCare said I'm not allowed to attend.

Afraid of a little poo, are we ladies? Or afraid that somehow the other carrier monkeys will be affected by my butt bug? Most likely, if it is a bug, I got it from the other kids anyway! So not that it would matter, me being there.

But I understand, they have to follow protocol. Funny though, the slutty teacher at the school, who most certainly has a couple of love bugs in her nethers , is allowed to roam free, while the Waakabee, with his butt bug contained by disposable diapers, is not. I see how it works.

Not that I have a bug, mind you. The nurses attribute it to teething, as do mom and dad. Plus I was recently introduced to bananas, and while tasty, I think they may be nature's laxative.

So I've been stuck hanging out with my parents for the last three days (they've been skipping work) and eating the B.R.A.T. diet. That is, Bananas (mightn't they have started this mess?), Rice (mmm), Applesauce, and T. Actually I don't know what the T stands for, but I hope it's Tobacco. I am sooper anxious to get some Redman and get that nice "I drool brown goo, cause it's cool" look.

So feel free to send "Get Well" cards, money, and tobacco to mi casa. Not that I'm actually sick, mind you, but I find that the image of an ill child is a powerful motivator and incites people to give give give.

"For only $1 a day, you can help support a Waakabee and give him the life he deserves"

That is all...