“This is the worst day ever. We
have to go to the cricket store, and plus it smells like hot dogs out here.”
“I don’t like it when you make my hair spiky. It makes me look like a dude and I don't want to be a dude.”
(Me) “What's a dude?”
“You know, those guys who walk around like dudes and say ‘Hey, dudes, whassuup?’ I do not want to be those guys.”
“Mom, it’s okay with me if you faint, but it is NOT okay with me if you die.”
“Dear Heavenly Father, I’m
thankful that Mom made that really, really, really, beautiful—well,
actually just that kind of beautiful dinner that had couscous and a little bit
of salad and those green circle thingies. And I’m thankful we’re not dead yet.
And I’m glad no one shot us in the heart . . .”
(Me) “T is pretty easy to write,
because it's just two lines.”
“Yeah, but guess what the easiest one in the whole universe is. One, because it’s just one line. Guess what the hardest thing in the whole universe is.”
(Me) “Umm, Y?”
“Nope. Fighting Bigfoot. But actually that’s not that hard, because I would just knock him over and jump on his stomach and he’d throw up on his own face.”
Your life may be lots of things, but it is not boring. Love this.
ReplyDeleteThat boy of yours is hilarious! I'm so glad I randomly saw on facebook that you have a blog now. I hate that most of my friends and family members have stopped blogging. I'm much better at blog-stalking than facebook-stalking. I can't wait to continue to be entertained by you and your wit. I've missed you.
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