“Mom, did you just hear dat fart when I was going pee pee?”
I blink rapidly and look at my five year old son before answering with sarcasm.
“No, I did not have that pleasure."
“Well, it just went like, POP!!” he says with a clap of the hands
“Fascinating,” I reply
“Oh, and duh Mickey Mouse Club house is like yellow and red,” he adds before traipsing off.
Random and frequently involving bodily functions; those are the
extent of my daytime conversations.
And I wonder why I feel so brain
dead most of the time.
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