You know you are in serious trouble when your 5 yr old not only figures out that 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 4 but that means that 100 + 100 + 100 + 100 = 400. Holy shit, his teachers aren't going to know what hit them.
You know you live in a house full of males when you get mustard on the *bottom hem of your shirt and no one points it out to you. Hell, they probably didn't notice.
You also know you live in a house full of males when they let you leave the house in said mustard bedecked shirt and go to the store.
You know your teenage son has been folding laundry when every single thing except your bras and underwear are folded. He might get contaminated with cooties if he folds them.
Is it normal that my teenager is reading Nelson Mandela's memoirs and Poorer Richard's America: What would Ben say? without a teacher or adult forcing him?
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I'm opening the floor for any and all questions...personal, factual, deep and introspective, or fluffy and light. I'll be posting answers later this week.**********************************
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*in my defense, I have really big boobs and don't see the lower half of my shirt unless I make an effort to see it
5 comments:
Ha Ha Ha....laughing crazy at the folding of laundry by the said son.
You sure do live in a houseful of males.....
I am very saddened by Melissa's news.
Sorry to hear about all the recent bad news :(
Yes, I've thought the same thing about Muno... glad I'm not the only one!
lol about the mustard! I hear you about not seeing the hemline, but man you'd wish someone would point it out. I doubt my husband would have noticed either though, he never does lol.
Random indeed. Your son funnies me. :-)
I do believe you may be raising geniuses. Just sayin'.
You're spot on about yo-gabba-gabba.
And, no, your kid is not normal, he's much better.
*giggle - snort - giggle*
I TOTALLY get the mustard shirt thing. My Beloved didn't tell me I had rib sauce on my face until afer we left the restaurant the other night.
Hmmmm questions... seeing as it's a bit late tonight, I'll pop over tomorrow and drop a few. One good turn deserves another, right?
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