Anyway, on the way home, a black Camaro wasn't letting me merge and she was quite blatant about it. I said, aloud, "what a B-i-t-c-h!" Not my proudest mothering moment, but at least I spelled it! A couple minutes later, Tre said, I don't like weird people that don't let you in the other lane!" I laughed a little and said that they were, in fact, weird! He said, "Yea, so lets call them a whole bunch of letters like N-o-s-e-p!" HAHAHAHA! I'm glad he can't spell and I'm glad he thought I just called the "black Camaro" a bunch of letters!
On another note, we had a casual dinner tonight and I told the kids if they ate all of their food they could have two cookies. Our crazy Tre said he only wants one cookie and will save the other one for tomorrow. What kid saves cookies? I thought they were all about instant gratification!!!!
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