The enemas have arrived.
They are sitting in a bag on the dining room table.
Neither Rich nor I are verbally acknowledging their presence.
Maybe if we ignore them long enough one will magically insert itself up Noah's butt.*
Until then, I think we may have ourselves a game of enema chicken going on right now.
Just another Friday night in the MNT household.
*And maybe the toilet will magically unclog itself too.
Update: I lost. Or to be more accurate Noah chose me. Oh the love.
He was a total champ BTW. I was about to type that he "took it like a man" but that just seems all shades of wrong. You know, because most men I know clench just at the thought of an enema.