Some mothers don’t have to do a daily morning safety check throughout their home. Some moms have daughters or kids that look like Harry Potter and sit and read books all day. I have three boys that I will have to eventually write a book about or someone will write a book about me once one of their experiments goes awry and I am blown to bits. My mornings consists of mad chaos while I cook and pack lunches and play drill sergeant.
Your dad is a BONE doctor! How can you NOT know there is NOT a bone in it?
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 testicals and rotinini pee-pee and spaghetti BONE? I asked what the spaghetti was and he said, “That’s the bone in the pee-pee”.
Don’t mess with the Mama or her son who inherited Mama’s sense of humor…CRAP!
Don’t mess with the Mama or the son who inherited the Mama’s sense of humor. Crap, they did give me the right baby at the hospital.
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I may be on the no chaperone list after this field trip.
Renaissance festivals are bawdy by nature and the costumes are made for every size and shape. It is a very “one size fits all” costume assortment. This woman was dressed like a peasant in a long brown dress with a large elastic boat neck and elastic waist. This woman was on the larger end, (I have to say it now so you understand later) she was the largest end of the peasant dress. While this boy and I were bee lining it to the porta-potties we were also walking directly towards the bottom of the wagon stoop steps as the peasant lady decides to venture off the wagon and takes one step down and the back of her dress catches.
I may be on the “No Chaperone” list after this field trip.