A Sad Day for Order and Piece of Mind
The five year old just figured out what his mother and I were talking about even though we were spelling the event in question.
One more step on the road of parental doom ….
February 15th, 2007 in
I do too have a life
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well, as long as it wasn’t f-i-s-t-i-n-g or something, i wouldn’t worry about it.
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Oooo… so sorry… it is the end of life as you know it…. No, really…. I remember that day… after that, it was hiding in dark corners, waiting until after bedtime to talk about serious issues and never being able to have an adult conversation in the car.
Bless you… Hang tough… He’ll be out of the house in about 13 years, then it’s back to business as usual.
~C~
Hiya–check out Rickey’s blog sometime:
http://ridingwithricky.blogspot.com/
(its funny)