Sunday, May 4, 2008
SOMETIMES MY KIDS SAY THINGS THAT CRACK ME UP, BUT I SHOULD BE OFFENDED OR AT LEAST BOP THEM OVER THE HEAD!!
Okay, so I tease my son about dressing up like a teen or an Irish folk dancer (to prove a point we were making) with the short skirt, suspenders, and blouse. He says, "Please don't! Nightmare, images, visions; they'll haunt me, traumatize me, and scar me for life! I think you'd better leave that alone." Then, "Mom, plus, I think the clothes would fit everywhere but one place, and that place would cause your skirt to hike up when you walk and that's scary! Images again, Ma, images...killing me. Please, don't do it." My son's 15. Are you surprised?
My 7 year old niece tells my about to be 18 year old son, "You think you're grown now, but you're not. You're just a pseudo adult. You're a pretend adult. You're a "wanna-be." We didn't even know that she knew these words, let alone the meanings.
What do you think about my two boys, when they were pre-teens, playing in my hair while I was driving (they kept getting out of their seat belts behind me), not telling me exactly what they were doing nor how my hair looked, waiting until we get to Wal-Mart, letting me get out (while they're cracking their sides the whole time) in a hurry to get something, and I find out that they had twisted and braided my hair in random places all over my head. The braids were sticking out like horns everywhere, and needless to say, people in the store thought I'd lost my mind and the boys really thought that was funny. I asked them, while still in the store, what everyone was either laughing or looking at me so strangely about. They wouldn't tell of course. I asked, "What did you guys do to my hair?" No answer but peels of laughter. I get back out to the car, looked in the mirror, and realized that I looked like an alien version of Pippi Longstocking. Just evil I tell ya!
Give me something humorous and crazy your kids or family members' kids have done to you. Boy, you gotta love them, or...bop them over the head.