But not tonight. Not right now. I was looking on in my boards and I heard a strange banging noise in the kitchen. I could not understand what is going on. Is someone banging a steak I dont know about it. I run in there and standing before me is my wonderful son. He is holding an empty box. Of you know what? Eggs! I look at the walls and floors and all dozen of them are a fatality. I had to walk away or strangle him. Do not mess with my food man. I know I know.....watch him but why can't daddy help. I know one day I will look back and laugh but right now I will try not to cry. I wanted a boy and here he is. I guess no more games of wiffleball in the house.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Someday I will look back and laugh
Thoughts by Susan Lechuga at 8:19 PM
Labels: broken shells, losing my mind
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You can't cry over spilled eggs :) Sorry that is a cute story. Only a kid would think it is fun to throw eggs against a wall. Start laughing now it is funny.
Oh no thats hilarious, only because its not my kid or my kitchen, lol! Sorry!
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Oh no! I could totally see adrian doing that though!!!!
Im really sorry that you are upset (I know I will have been, though), but confess: IT IS FUNNY!!!!!
My kitchen is out of limits for a reason: that is something Camila would do!! LMAO!!!!!!!
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