As much as I complain about my kids – and it is A LOT (but with reason. They’re annoying. Perfect example, my daughter recently did this:
) – I really do love them.* Against my better judgment, but I love them.
I can’t help it because my son does stuff like this:
It says “play with fish.” Did you read that? “Play with fish.” Oh.My.God. I nearly died when I read that. Is there anything cuter? For reals. That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, and Crazy has done a lot of cute things. Remember when he had a conversation with our elf who, up until that very moment, I had despised with the intensity of a murderous rage and then in an instant everything changed? Or the time Crazy wrote a top 10 list of his beliefs, which I turned into my Top Ten Reasons for loving him? (I’m so glad I wrote that. I just reread it, and it melted my heart all over again.) But back to the subject at hand, Re: Fish. How does one play with them?
Ah, Crazy. He’ll find a way. That’s how much love he has to give. He can love a fish like nobody’s business. Remember how much he loved his anti-social, narcoleptic, little hermit crab?
I also like how Crazy scheduled boredom into his day. He’s really thinking ahead.
I found this little list when I was looking through his notebook for a little story he’d written (no, I wasn’t snooping) and a picture he’d drawn of me to share with you all. (And, no, I wasn’t invading his privacy even though I didn’t ask permission because what’s mine is his and what his is mine, got it?) Plus, it would make a really good blog post.
Anyway, while I was looking the drawing because I wanted to take a picture and post it for you even though it’s a rather insulting albeit funny picture of myself, I found the list, and, well, it more than made up for the embarrassing drawing.
First, I want to say my hair NEVER looks like that. I think he took some creative license there. Secondly, I wouldn’t never scream, “GET OUT!” like that at my kids. Ok, I actually screamed that last night, but it’s only because they were in my room annoying me again (see what I mean?) while I was trying to watch “Honey Boo Boo,” and it’s so hard to read the subtitles when someone is yapping in your ear about converting fractions to decimals. God, can’t they see I’m busy? So I shouted, “Get out,” and declared my room a kid-free zone.
Take that kids.
Ah, the sound of nobody in my room annoying me.
Sadly, Crazy did get the pajamas correct. But that only goes to show how hard I work. I work so hard I forget to change out of my pajamas. Why does nobody understand that?
At least I’m not showing up at an office in my jammies. Not yet anyway. But you know what they say, old habits die hard. So I not making any promises.
Editor’s note: I wasn’t really watching “Honey Boo Boo.” I think it was “Real Housewives” of something or other. Just kidding. It was “Finding Bigfoot.” But, still, the sentiment is the same.
*Did you like how I put a Facebook update inside a parenthetical phrase inside an aside all in the first sentence? Didn’t know if I could pull it off, but I did. Because I’m hardcore. If you think flouting grammar rules is hardcore.
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