Romeo: Where are my glasses?
Mom: you took them in the house. Do you want to wear mine?
Romeo: No, yours are too bigger. Maybe I wear them when I get bigger. I'm trying to get bigger momma.
Mom: Hey stinky, you need a bath.
Romeo: No. Just stop smelling me.
Romeo: Mom, smell my butt.
Mom: No! It's a butt! I'm not going to smell it!
Romeo: Come on! Smell it!
Mom: No, I am not going to smell your butt!
Romeo: Well then, can we wash it? Because it's itchy. I think something's in there.
Romeo: Mom, I need a dollar.
Mom: You don't need a dollar. Why are you grabbing your wiener?
Romeo: Because I need a dollar.
One morning I woke late, and in a panic I was scrambling naked to pull clothes from my dresser. I was oblivious to the fact that my two children were standing by watching my frenzy in their childish wonder. Until suddenly I felt something poke me in the who-ha. Looking down I became aware of my nudity as I saw my son standing in front of me, giggling as he put his hands back at his sides. I immediately crossed one leg over the other in my standing position, tried to cover myself with clothes, and screamed.
Romeo: What is that?
Mom: Don't do that! Get out of here!
Lots of giggling......
Romeo: What is that? Is it a butt?
Mom: Agh! No! It's not a butt!
Romeo: Is it a wiener?
Mom: No! Girls don't have wieners! Agh! Out of my room! Both of you! Out!
....needless to say....at this point we were all in fits of giggles, and there was no way we were going to gain composure in time to get anywhere in a timely manner.....
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