buddha turd.

yes.  that is the word "turd" in the title of this blog post.

look.  that's what i'm dealing with.  that's what my life has become.

my dad taught pratt the term "buddha turd" for any big poop.  actually, he didn't so much "teach" him as he just commented one day, "man pratt.  THAT is a buddha turd!"

so now, my child makes that same comment EACH and EVERY time he sits.

last night, dad brings him back to the table at the restaurant and pratt announces to everyone, "i made a buddha turd!"

it was loud. really, really loud.

tonight i was giving both boys a bath when max started "sitting" while laying in his bath char IN the tub.  i tried to get him out, but there was only so much i could do.  before i could handle the situation, i hear little jamie pratt over in the corner with the biggest you-know-what eating grin on his face.

and he goes, "man max, you made a buddha turd!"

i guess it could be worse.  he could be armpit farting.  i'm sure that's next...