Tonight I am in the kitchen cooking dinner when my son and my husband make their way into the dining room. Dillon climbs up and sits on the dinner table while my husband sits down in a chair and scoots up to the table. So, I ask "What are you doing??" The reply: "Cutting Dillon's toe-nails."
ON MY TABLE. CUTTING THE 8 YEAR OLDS TOE-NAILS ON THE TABLE.
And they didn't understand why I was opposed to the idea. "What? What's wrong with it? Where else should I do it?" How about ANYWHERE else??!!
Man Brain.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
He's really a 100 year old man
Conversation with Dillon:
D: Mom, I think college will be the best time of my life.
Me: Why is that?
D: NO HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!
Me: Son, I hate to have to tell you this, but...
D: AW CRAP!!!!! Mom, I can't wait until I can retire.
D: Mom, I think college will be the best time of my life.
Me: Why is that?
D: NO HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!!
Me: Son, I hate to have to tell you this, but...
D: AW CRAP!!!!! Mom, I can't wait until I can retire.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)