Here from Michele.
That is too funny, the streaker thing. All of a sudden my mind goes back to that song of yesteryear....Oh yes, they call him the streak, lookatthat, lookatthat. So it wasn't great music, it was funny.
Let's see. He's 10, the sitter is 15? In three more years she will have that story to hold over his head. Is he going to be embarrassed when you mention it then? SO, YOU will have that little card tucked away, and you'll probably need it. My Nyssa did her streaking, out the front door of the house as well, but she was just 4. Boy, they are slippery as babies and still slippery when wet at 4; she just got right past me.
Hah! Paybacks are a bitch. ;) And delightful, too.
I grew up and ended up dating someone just.like.me. Sort of a payback huh?
he he, you will have the last laugh eventually. Until then, just get all grown up on him & say it's an adult thing, and he couldn't understand. It really annoys kids when you say that to them;-)
Here from micheles today. It's my forst visit, so I'm off to nose around your archives now.
Sure he hadn't been at the tequila?
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I'll take mine w/o the margarita mix.
Hi from Micheles.
I hope your candle party is a huge success...maybe your son will go to bed early. maybe.
Happy Weekend and Cheers.
Hmmmm candles party.. that sounds therapeutic!
Ahhh, you're streaker is 10! Maybe he's headed for a life in the theater.
Hope you party was a success.
Don't worry, in 20 years when he's calling you about something his kid did you can just laugh and laugh....
Don't you love how kids know what is best. That was a really funny post. Your boy cracks me up! I hope your party went well and you got all those ladies slobbering drunk and sold bunches of candles.
Unfortunately, that curse does work. My mom said it to me, and I got Kal, who is me with testosterone, less 20 years! I said it to Kal when he was a kid, and he got The Girl, who is so much like him, it's like him raising me!
As far as them growing into your father? Yeah, they do that, too. I think Kal was parental at six and BG at four. Wait til your short man gets to be twenty...he'll patronizingly pat you on the head and offer you a dribble cup every time you open your mouth!
Now we know why animal eat their young, huh?
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.