WTF?! . . .Fart Gun Version

So, I got shot with a fart gun tonight.  Yep.  A FART GUN.

Oh, What's a fart gun, you ask?

Apparently it is when a buck naked 5 or 3 year old bends over at his waist and puts his head on the floor while using his hands to spread his butt cheeks apart and aim farts at you or his enemy brother while screaming "FART GUN!" and laughing hysterically.

WTF?!  Where do they come up with this stuff and what on Earth am I in for?

WTF?!

When 3 boys head outside to eat their Popsicles and decide to ride our gate like an amusement park ride.

And that is most definitely how we play WTF?!

WTF?!

When a 5 year old attempts to flush the toilet after pooing a mountain on top of God knows how many baby wipes he dumped in it earlier and nasty diarrhea water overflows to the point of seeping through our downstairs ceiling and making everything in its path reek of rotten sewer.

And that, people, is how we play WTF.

WTF?!

Finding a 2.5 year old in the bathtub with an entire container of Vaseline and a trail of grease that stretches from the tub to the sink smothering everything in its path.

Needless to say, the boys were unable to brush their teeth tonight or brush their hair or cut their fingernails or apply Neosporin or Oragel, if so inclined.

And that my friends is how we play WTF?!

WTF?!

As the boys grow older I am finding myself saying "WTF" to myself more and more so I figured it only fitting to start a new series of posts titled just that. And I'm starting off with a doozey that is so wrong on so many different levels . . .

Yesterday Sam tried to pick Bo's nose but stuck his finger so far up it he made it bleed.

And that ladies and gentlemen is how we play "WTF?!"