I am running a few of my favorite stories this week. I will be back soon with new stories, that is if I don’t end up in jail in NYC. My boys said they won’t miss me much when I am gone since I make them unload the dishwasher. I reminded them that I wash and load the dishes and so they will have to load as well while I am away.
Anyone willing to bail my naked ass out of jail? I know I will be naked because with two drinks and I am drunk and three…NAKED and jail seems like the logical progression for four. I hear the girls at BlogHer like to party at the conferences, crap.
Your dad is a BONE doctor! How can you NOT know there is NOT a bone in it?
I don’t know. They are sweet. They are cute boys. They win classroom awards like, “Most Conscientious”. These are the only reasons I can think of that the teachers don’t call me when my boys do a project in school and they...just look at the picture.
There are reasons I am not a PTO mom, or a scissor mom, (the ones that come to school to cut things out). The reasons are because my kids think its funny to make a pasta skeleton and put macaroni testicles and rotinini pee-pee and spaghetti BONE? I asked what the spaghetti was and he said, “That’s the bone in the pee-pee“.
I know I clearly have more to worry about, judging from this picture, but….
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WE HAVE STANDARDS.
YOU DAD IS A BONE DOCTOR!
HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW THERE ARE NO BONES IN YOUR PEE-PEE?
I take a few deep breaths. I put it into perspective. There are three types of pasta that makes up the noodle guys junk (oh and we know it’s a noodle GUY, right) but the dude has no feet.
For all of you with girls I want to remind you that little boys are different. For little boys, that area is a toy that stays with you. To quote one of my kids when they were three, “When can I get one of these BALLS out so I can see what they look like?” Your daughter is putting shoes on her Barbie’s feet right now and I have an anatomically (in)correct foot-less pasta dude on my fridge.