Saturday morning, as I run through the facial cleansing routine, Noodle stands by watching intently.
Cleanse. Toner. Moisturizer. Eye cream. Done.
"Mommy, you're done"?
"Yup, baby, come on lets go get some breakfast".
"Mama, your face is beautiful". (it was more like boooti-ful).
"Mommy, you are bootiful".
Hugs, kisses, smiles and warm thoughts run through my head for, this is going to be a great day.
Three hours later...
Schmoogie recently finds himself in a constant struggle to test where his nine year old fresh mouth will allow him to go. So, he gets sent to his room, after it went to far... I warned him!
As he stomps up the stairs he declares: "YOU STINK, YOU ABSOLUTELY STINK".
Ahh, you win some, you lose some.
Peace.
A Wicked Holiday is Coming!
4 weeks ago
1 comment:
stinkin kids, we've got a nine-yr-old mouth over here too, of course they're darlin boys, they just need a little quiet time someplace out of the way sometimes...ya know, for their own safety
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