tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1240290616373905812.post1589046867497072673..comments2024-02-24T01:16:54.745-08:00Comments on Diary of a Pregnant Comedian: Ah, The Joys of Little BoysKarith Fosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490767352757032772noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1240290616373905812.post-43207441650089752792012-06-04T20:19:36.762-07:002012-06-04T20:19:36.762-07:00Hahahaha! Omg.....I got a good one. My youngest br...Hahahaha! Omg.....I got a good one. My youngest brother was 3, and we were running a small daycare at home. Well, we only had one girl (it was 5 boys all under 6, and one sister/baby brother team) and she was still in diapers during first stage potty training and my mom was changing her diaper when mitchell babbled in baby to cullen (brother) and cullen's infinite wisdom reared his head. &kiri minneynoreply@blogger.com