Uhm.
So...I am sitting here...and Little comes down...he is clearly up to something, because there is a shit grin on his face. The convo that he will repeat to his therapist in 10 years, went like this:
Little: Close your eyes.
Me: No way, Jose...I am not falling for that one.
Little: Come on mom, it isn't bad.
Me: Yeah. Nope. Not doing it...what do you have?
Little: Nothing! NOTHING
(at this point I notice the noise...bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)
Me: OMG! Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME!!!
Little: Why?
Me: OMG! That is MOMMY'S. GIVE IT TO ME!
Trip to the therapist- $25 copay
blue plastic vibrator- $15
Look on your mothers face when she realizes that you found it?- Priceless.
3 comments:
LMAOOOOOO Did I ever tell you the story of Justin using mine as a microphone-IN THE FRONT YARD OF OUR NEW HOUSE ON OUR BRAND NEW BASE ANDDDDDDDDDDDD I WAS ABOUT 8 MONTHS PREGNANT WITH JAYDEN!
My neighbors NEVER let me live that one down.
I read your comment on Bossy's ten word Tuesday. I just wanted to say good luck. My best friend got divorced two years ago after she learned her husband had a) spent all the money, including their dd's college fund, and b) had not made a mortgage payment in three of the four years they owned their house, and c) forged all kinds of bank statements saying he had paid bills he hadn't...because he worked at the bank. Nice.
All that to say: People can get divorced without money.
I hope you find happiness.
Muahahahaha. Ahh yes, we've been there. "Mommy why does this bit look like a bunny? And why does those ball turn inside it?"
What on earth do you say to that stuff?
Hope the therapy goes well.
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