The other night we were talking to The B Man about how we need to get him a new mattress. I won’t EVEN tell you how old the one he has been sleeping on happens to be
He was all gung-ho about the idea and after I laid down on his bed I was all like, “Oh my GAWD, how have you
how did I slept on this for so long? Anyway, as we were discussing it he pipes up and says, “Mom, I think I need a Temper Pedic mattress! I need to find out if it really IS the best selling mattress in America!!”
Yeah, um… I don’t think so kiddo. And also? No more Disney Channel for YOU! (what is WITH the commercials on there!?!?!)
(btw, new mattress has been purchased, in case you were worried about my almost eight-year old’s sleep and back. Because I was…)
Last Friday evening we went to the mall after we had dinner out as a family. Before we could do anything else, we had to put some of my wallet change into the fountain that resides in the middle of this town’s quaint indoor shopping experience. The kids probably threw $1.05 in there when it was all said and done, and after the two smaller children both attempted head dives into the change-laden germ infested waters.
Thankfully those type of incidents were averted and so we popped into Build A Bear.
OHMYGAWDWHY and as we were leaving couldn’t get out fast enough I realized that K had a “Chippette” in her hand (stuffed chipmunk from the Chipmunk movies). Thinking it was best that I curb her klepto tendencies now, I made her take it back in the store.
As I was carrying her back out I asked her “Where’s your money?” like we always ask the boys when they want to buy something, and she promptly answered: “In the FOUNTAIN!!”
Touche my little apprentice, touche.
I don’t really have a funny story about anything that Little G said but if you would like to laugh just pretend to be like him and take any sentence you can come up with, and I mean ANY sentence at all, and just replace a few of the regular words with “poop” or “fart” or “butt” and tell me you don’t crack up.
I dare you.