Well, I would love to say that my children are so well mannered and never say anything rude or inappropriate ... but then you wouldn't believe that they are really my children! The apple doesn't fall far from the tree ... sigh... sorry Grandmas!
This morning I asked Tate to scratch my back, which he is always so nice to do. In his generosity he quickly offered to even scratch my chubby part, aka love handles. How nice of him, I had temporarily forgotten that I had those, thank heavens he reminded me. He is also so great to remind me that he loves me, but "loves dad more because he is nicer and doesn't ground him from xbox." Good to know, but it's not going to change anything. Now I feel like grounding him more!
Gage lately has been "freaked out" about everything and things everything is "freaking funny". I don't even know where he picked up that freaking word!
Connor on the other hand knows exactly what he is saying now. As I got after him for not having done something I had asked him several times to do, he went back downstairs to clean his room, and shouted out "blah, blah, blah" as I was still harping on him. Well, that didn't go over very well with me. Until the next morning when I found this note:Then I had guilt and a little pride in him at the same time. What's a mom to do? Keep a great record of all these funny things of course! I love my job, my co-worker and our four subordinates.