The other night I was trying to coax my youngest son to sleep. He wanted me to rub his back. So I am talking to him and he interrupts with 'I said RUB not SCRATCH'. Oh. Then I ask him if I can have his back to take to work since mine has been hurting lately and he could keep mine for the day. He tells me 'No daddy, your back is too hairy'. Oh.
Our youngest one is starting to put sentences together. Most of them concern her favorite person in the whole world. She gives me gems like when I ask her if she is ready to go to sleep 'No daddy' or almost any time of the day I might hear 'Daddy bad' or 'Daddy get yogurt'.
How is that I go to replace burned out lights in a ceiling fan that has a glass covering that has to be unscrewed and there are no bulbs in there that NOBODY knows what happened? Now I know I live in a backwards area but I really don't see a thief going through all that trouble to get my bulbs. Eventually the culprit was outed by a sibling. Their response? 'Oh those bulbs'.
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