This post is dedicated to my lovable almost four year old son.
How I truly know that I'm not 4 but 34. Wait, darn it. I'm 35!
How I truly know that I'm not 4 but 34. Wait, darn it. I'm 35!
- I no longer jump in puddles in my good shoes. Dude, get out of the puddles when you're wearing Merrells.
- I no longer stuff my face with so much food that I literally can't swallow. Dude, puking chicken pot pie is so not cool.
- I no longer announce in public when I've just farted. While talking with a teacher at school yesterday, Zach kept interrupting me to tell me that he just "fawted". Nice. Dude, milk this one for as long as you can ...
4 comments:
Ha ha...clever, very clever. (Sorry, I was with British people tonight.)
you are never too old to fart in public.
Zach is SUCH a cutie. And he's full of personality!
I think my word for Kali is...seriously!! Seriously Kal...do ya have to take all 7 blankey's with ya to go to the grocery store!! Oh those little kiddos...got love um!!
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