Captain_Oblivious
DIS Dad #257, Galactic Salad Dodger
- Joined
- Nov 10, 2008
That's when, for some reason, my brain was disconnected from my mouth....and I just blurted out "I yell at them GET ON THE GROUND SCUMBAG" DW yelled MICHAEL!! as soon as I said it, and no sooner had she started to chastise me when DS started yelling "GET ON THE GROUND SCUMBAG" at the top of his lungs....
I spent the next 45 minutes trying to explain to him that this was NOT what I say....
Fast Forward to yesterday:
Well, he apparently blurted out his new favorite catch phrase at Day Care--while playing outside with his little friends....
It could have been much worse!
Upon scooting a bit closer, I hear that she's saying, "Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap." (Once for each dropped Cheerio).
In other news - we're all checked in for tomorrow's flight to Orlando, with Group A boarding passes. Just ONE MORE SLEEP!
"Crap" is one of my favorite words. I haven't heard the kids say it yet, but it's coming, I'm sure.
ONE MORE SLEEP! Woohoo!
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Thanks Don!
So this morning I'm reaching a milestone...
Great post, Stopher! And you're only as old as you feel. I bet you only feel 38 or so...
However... I have recently noted that DD(7) doesn't even need prompting. Whenever she hears a familiar expletive, she instantly responds with her own "PEANUT BUTTER!"
Somehow, I think we need to adopt the phrase PEANUT BUTTER! in here. It just seems appropriate.
When the kids get to the point that you have toraise your voice in a forceful manner to get them to hear or mind you... I have been guilty (now hanging head in shame) of saying..."I'm gonna beat your *** !" Well, a few months ago we were sitting in church and the kids were drawing on paper and then started to fight over what color of crayon they were going to use...all of a sudden during the sermon...you hear Ethan exclaim..."Lauren, I am gonna beat your *** if you dont give me the red crayon"....yes Shari wanted to beat my *** right there for even putting the phrase on the table in the first place. Snickers and a few gasps were heard immediatly following this scene. Needless to say, I did not get much out of the service that day and it was a quiet ride home!
Haha!
A couple of nights ago my DW turned to me and said, "you're not going to get all maudlin on me now just because you're turning 40 are you? I mean, just because you're about to go over the hill?" (Never mind that she turns 40 in February...)
I just looked at her dumbfounded and said "over the hill won't be until I'm 60 or even 70. I have plenty of hill left to climb thank you very much."
I say milk this for all it's worth! "Honey, could you get me a drink? I'm too frail to get to the fridge..."
SET TIMER ON BOMB NOW
Two months later, we are sitting in the living room one night and DW says something about going to see her parents next summer. DS proceeds to tell her that I told him that it costs too much and if he wants to go see them we can't go to Disney anymore so he'd rather go to Disney.
This has been very entertaining reading today!