My wonderful husband and I have been keeping an eye on BamBam lately - he's got that droopy, bleary, glassy-eyed look we've come to associate with a bout of something unpleasant and possibly messy. We've even cut his some slack in the Manners and Patience department.
But that's over now.
I caught him playing with his iPod at 3 effing 30 this morning. Of course, I asked him a round of questions like What the hell? and How often do you do this? and then I took the iPod away.
So, anyone want to buy a well-used iPod? (Just kidding, I wouldn't do that.)
How about a dumb-ass 8 year old boy?
1 comment:
I have a saucy-pussed 7 year old girl you are welcomed to ...
I remember my mom's best friend (who was like an aunt to me) used to say: I'd never trade made kids for anything ... GIVE them away, yeah ... but never trade!
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