I say this all the time so I’m sure I sound like a skipping record. (A big vinyl black flat disc for all you youngsters popping in.) My kids are fucking hilarious!!
Yeah, that’s the repetitive part. I know I’ve been gushing about them lately but it’s pretty rare I like pre-teens and teens these days so I have to share when it’s good. It’s been pretty good. Go figure. I guess the moon is in alignment and the hormones have settled.
This is my new favourite moment:
Brody comes to me in the kitchen yesterday afternoon to inform me of his new powers. Taking my left hand, turning it palm up he says to me “Mom, I’m psychic. I see that you will be giving me a glass of pop in the future.”
This is my new favourite moment:
Brody comes to me in the kitchen yesterday afternoon to inform me of his new powers. Taking my left hand, turning it palm up he says to me “Mom, I’m psychic. I see that you will be giving me a glass of pop in the future.”
I turn away because all I want to do is laugh and I can’t. If he can keep a straight face, then I can keep a straight face.
I turn my attention back to Brody and say to him “Brody, you may be psychic, but I’m a Jedi. ~hand gesture~ You don’t want pop. ~hand gesture~ You want to go to your room.”
I turn my attention back to Brody and say to him “Brody, you may be psychic, but I’m a Jedi. ~hand gesture~ You don’t want pop. ~hand gesture~ You want to go to your room.”
We stare at each other for a bit before he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Once he cracked up it was all over for me. The little fuckers just don’t know how hilarious they really are.
I LOVE my life…
I LOVE my life…
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