guilty

So, after an excrutiating long morning of nursing home meetings, hospice workers (still swimming in adoration for them by the way), and finally a trip to the funeral home to make pre-arrangements, I found myself strewn across Boops's couch staring blankly at a yawner of a Dr. Phil episode. It worked for me. I was brain dead.

Our kids are playing downstairs. Another boy, Evan's age, is over too.

Towards the end of the show, Boops turns to me and says in a dreamy kind of unimpressed tone, "I am concerned about that other boy being scarred down there." We discuss how first born children can be so innocent and unsuspecting when playing with the more savvy younger siblings.

Then Boops's kid marches into the room and says "Click! Can you make Evan stop!?!?!" "Stop what?" the moms, suddenly sitting up straight and now quite alert, answer in unison. "Well, he did this thing with a scarf ... he's wearing it and he calls it his man-thong."

Comments

[Laura]

man thong BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I know I say they about all your kids butit bears repeating. I heart Evan. He makes me laugh.

[Suzanne Says...]

Priceless...lol