The other day I was on the phone talking to a friend. Will and Jack were totally off schedule and even though it was 9:30pm, they were ready and raring to go. Hyper doesn't begin to describe it. So, I was attempting my conversation with an adult other than Mark, and Will was nuts with a capital C-A-S-H-E-W. I talk away tuning him out but over time his antics were beyond my ability to ignore. I mutter under my breath "he is such a little turd." Will then bolts in from the playroom and says in his proudest voice "no, mama. Me big turd!"
Monday, May 4, 2009
Reason Number 6
Once upon a time in land far far away... ok, my house.... a woman started a blog. She decided that one of her favorite topics of blogging was her children, and more often than not, it was stories where the overwhelming theme is that she shouldn't be allowed to have children. This entry... is one of those. So, I am calling it my 6th reason why I shouldn't have children.