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.
-Abbie, All that makes you smile, laugh, think, love, cry, and hopefully cry laughing.
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Ha! My son’s first ever preschool painting effort looked like a certain sex toy based on the male anatomy. There was no way to look at it and see anything else. Of course the teachers posted it in the classroom.
Of course they did! Bahaha! I love it when the teachers look at me to explain with a little smile behind their eyes. 😉
hilarious!!!!!!!!! thank u for sharing!
I want to see the female version. And then maybe they can have footless macaroni babies.