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Conversation with the Ladybug and Pup…
Ladybug: I’m the a Rabbit!
Pup: No, I Am the year of the Rabbit!
Me: hang on *Consults google* Pup is right, she’s a rabbit, eeeeew, Ladybug, you’re a SNAKE!
Ladybug: YAY!
Further discussion of the time of birth, and then the day.
Ladybug: do ya know what day I was born?
Me: Yes – THE WRONG DAY!
Ladybug: *giggling*
Me: What day was you supposed to be born on?!
Ladybug: the 17th!
Me: And what day did you appear?
Ladybug: THE 18TH!
Me: Your SO GROUNDED!
Ladybug: Wanna know why?
Me: Why you were born a day late? Sure!
Ladybug: It’s because I’m a SNAKE!
Me: Exactly.
For those not in the know – my birthday was the 17th, and she was supposed to be born on my birthday, but held off till the day after, which is the same thing I did to my Gramma Abbot. It’s now a family tradition, I suppose. Hahah! Oh, and the above exchange is even funnier because they all know of my horrific phobia of reptiles. So. Yeah. The brat is SO GROUNDED! She thinks she’ll be saved by being cute. HA!
Yeah, so she’s right. Whatever. Some people’s kids….
The Epidemic comes to an end!
At least, that’s what my email just informed me. What epidemic? Why, that of the Wedgie! I know, I was excited too. Hanes has declared success on the panty crawling problem. These are the things I wake up to in my mailbox – I’m certain I couldn’t have lived another day without knowing of their […]
Nothing makes you feel quite as old….
….as taking your first born, your oldest child, your almost 16 year old son in to get his Driving Learner’s Permit. Sigh.
Life with teenage boys…
The last weekend I had the Boy and all his friends in the house, there were some interesting discoveries made! For example: — The little gas furnace in the Manspace can be used to cook hot dogs, sausage links, corn dogs, and even frozen pizza’s if you’re kinda patient. —- It is better to put […]
and then there’s the pup…
…who during her Parent Teacher’s conference, decided to tell the story of the video below – most specifically about the Bug farting at Nana. Me, ever helpful, prompted her to finish the story: me: “…and then what did Nana do?” the Pup: “huh? oh, yeah. Then. *exagerated groan* Nana started talking about SEX. WILD sex! […]
