Wednesday, September 12, 2007
A convo at our house
Noting that child # 2 has never been to Canada....
Hey .... what's different about you?
What?
Yeah.... what?
What what?
What is that you are wearing?
A shirt.
I can see that. What shirt is that that you are wearing?
A Canada shirt.
Yeah. Been to Canada today, eh? Been up in Windsor gambling?
Huh?
Never mind. Why are you wearing that?
Oh yeah. I got it from the school nurse.
{insert thought here} School nurse and new shirt.... not a good sign.
Why?
When I was opening my strawberry applesauce, I spilled it all over the front of me.
Ok. Well, where is your brand new, long-sleeved John Deere shirt that Nana got you for your birthday?
It's in my backpack.
{feeling inside his backpack} Are you certain about that?
{digs around himself} No. Oh yeah. I must have accidentally dropped it at school.
{thinks how do you accidentally drop something and not realize that you have dropped it and think to yourself "self... you dropped that ... pick it up or your mom is gonna whip your a$$"} Dropped it, huh? Where?
I don't know. But the school nurse said I could keep this shirt.
Boy ... it ain't no t-shirt trade-up program.
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posted by Knitting Maniac at 11:14 PM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
My 6 am dreams
This, my friends, is the true definition of TMI
Remember those Staples commercials...
Dear (Insert Name Here)
Wow... where IS your mother?
To My Little Man
Shhhh.... what's that I hear?
Clean Sweep, Mother Nature Style
LIke Dorothy says...
Things I never thought I would learn (or have to l...
8 Comments:
you have to give the boy credit for creativity..right?
so funny, he is just so stinking cute.
Last night I looked down and neither one of your kids had shoes on.
Where are you shoes?
In our backpacks.
Why?
Because it's fun.
Alrighty then.
:)
yeah... and you weren't around when Nazi Mom started yelling at the oldest in church to get her shoes on. LOL!
Nazi Mom is so right on!!! Mine dumped a brand new bottle of shampoo & conditioner in the bath water.. why? "I don't know"... its like.. WTH were you thinking? Their answer... I dont know... AGHEHEH!!!
Tat at QOTC? Okay.. just dont let me chicken out.. I have done that before.. it's the whole "permanet" thing...
I can do it.. I can do it.. I can do it...
Ok, that convo is cracking me up.
Oh, and get him out of that Canadian stuff. Don't make me send that boy a Wings jersey. LOL!
Sue, I knew of everyone who would read that, it would bother you the most!!!
Robin ... YES! ALL of us should go and get a little tatt....
Me... I know what I want. I already have one, so I am worldly in the world of tatts. HA! Yeah... right.
Wait? Now you are talking about ink? Damn! Why does everyone I know get inked without me. *walks away, head down and mumbling* Stupid living in BFE. *sniff*
Lol, Sue. Come on down!
I want to get one on my shoulder blade. I know of a place here in town that I can get the symbol for strength ... SOOOO what I want!!! I was going to have a ball of yarn and some needles, but I don't think so anymore...
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