Sometime in the not so distant future, Kate is going to come fussing to me to report that her brother held her down and farted on her nose AGAIN with Will on her heals complaining OH NO she was fighting to get that last red flat 8 bump lego piece out of his pocket and it was HER fault and then Kate shouts but you LAUGHED and FARTED and he says OH YEAH, WELL MY FARTS SMELL BETTER THAN YOUR FEET and she…
… and I’ll look at them both dumbfounded and say, “who ARE you people? Do you see this picture? See these sweet angelic children cuddling in bed? These, THESE are my children.”
Emily R | 17-Apr-09 at 5:00 am | Permalink
boys are disgusting sometimes
CityGirl | 17-Apr-09 at 12:09 pm | Permalink
I have bad news for you, Sister….
My husband is 43 and his sister is 40. They still – to this DAY – engage in “Last Lick.”
“Lick” is Southern for “punch.” As in:
“I get last lick!” ::pow! punch in the arm::
This has got to be THE longest-running game based on the premise that Sisters are gross, Brothers are gross-er.
Here’s to hoping your kids don’t try to beat their record. *clink*
de | 17-Apr-09 at 5:39 pm | Permalink
Mine are only 7 and (almost) 4 and they’re already about 50/50 love/hate.
Today we went to a huge park. As we were leaving, Lorenzo asked, “Where’s my hat?” After some discussion, it was clear no one knew where it was last seen. I pulled out of the park with him wailing, “But I don’t want to leave my favorite hat.” Just as we cross the town line, you can look back and see the entire stretch of long, rolling hill. Way up at the top, I swear, we could see this yellow speck.
“It’s his hat!!!” Fiona cried. “I know it’s a long way up there, but if it will make him happy, I’ll get it. I’d walk ten miles for him.”
It was his hat. I’m still wondering who that girl was.