So my son read my post earlier today. And he was all like,
“Mom, you never really made a point.”
And I was all like,
“Duh, I couldn’t hear myself think. And there really wasn’t one.
Except that you were bugging me.
That, and I didn’t kill you. Even though you make me crazy.
And you should never be a douche canoe.
Oh ya, and I love you.”
And then he was like, “Oh.”
Some people really need to be more grateful when you don’t kill them.
I wonder where that box of Hot Wheel track is.
Pshh it’s not a box, its a bag. Duh