My son @ 8 months:
Dad: Why do you need all these toys, where did they come from? Tell Eddie to pick them up.
Me: Sure dad.... sure.
My son @ 18 months:
Dad: Where is Eddie??!?!?
Me: I sold him on the black market for my on going crack addiction. Don't worry i found a nice family who will only be making him farm.
My son @ 2 years:
Dad in discontent: What are you doing??
Me: we are learning how to count.
Dad: you don't learn to count with sugar packets.
Me: Um dad..... I'm pretty sure Mom raised us.
My son @ 3 years:
Dad: Who made this mess, there is chocolate cake every where!!!
Me clearing my throat: Um ....Dad? That was yours......
My son @ 3 years and 11 months:
Dad wide eyed and in terror: Where is Eddie?!
Me: Out side...
Dad: ALONE?!!?
Me: NO, you see, Eddie made friends with the pack of wild coyotes across the street in the reserve. I agreed with the pack leader to set Eddie free to sew his wild oats. He is now a part of the coyote family. I'm not sure that we will see him again.
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BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Ah, the trials and tribulations of raising a kid within the sight of your parents....
I heart this. I heart it so.
You should (not?) tell dad about how I let Wendy stand on a wet chair and help me do the dishes. Or how I let her lick the spoon after I'm done stirring sugar into my coffee. (hee hee hee)
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