My son's bad day

My son didn't have such a great day today.

He came into the house, walking like a zombie from "Night of the Living Dead." My mom was watching them while I was at work. When she saw him come in, she couldn't believe what she saw. The first words out of her mouth were, "What happened to you? Did you throw up?"

What happened was, that he was outside, riding his bike around the neighborhood as usual. He wasn't paying attention, and at the last second he noticed a large tub of melted Country Crock butter in his way. TOO LATE!! He nailed it, and it exploded all over the place and all over him. Gross, I can only imagine what that must have felt like. He got cleaned up and changed his clothes.

Shortly after that he was at his friends house sitting on the bed. The friend's dog was sitting on the bed also. All of a sudden he felt something wet on the back of his pants. The dog went to the bathroom on the bed and it rolled down onto him. Again he went home to get cleaned up and changed.

Next he was drinking a glass of soda when he somehow managed to miss his mouth and it all ended up on the front of his shirt. Again, had to change his clothes, then he said to my mom, "grandma, I'm having a bad day."

My poor baby.