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Monday, October 17, 2005From the Mouth of My Six-Year-Old......comes yet another zinger. This one happened at the supper table tonight, in the middle of my gourmet baked macaroni and cheese. "Mommy," said Spencer. "I don't remember when you were young." And there you have it. I am officially "old." Or something. I'm going to go have a nice glass of white wine. See you in the morning (when I will write something a bit more substantial -- after I take my Geritol and a morning nap). Jill Schafer Boehme Labels: parenting |
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8of my readers are feeling chatty:
don't you just love that. they seem to have such perfect timing :-)
I can't wait till I become a parent. It must be difficult to be a parent and a writer. I'm just struggling being single w/o children and finding time to write
Hey at least he didn't say he doesn't remember when you were skinny LOL
Owee! At least you know he means it in a loving way, eh? *lol*
That's on par with the one I got from my middle son. We were at the mall waiting to see Santa.
When I asked him if he could see Santa sitting in the chair, he said, "Yeah, he's fat like you."
Ahhh, don't worry about it...
He probably can't remember what he had for breakfast either.
Oh my sides hurt so bad from laughing. You got to Love kids...they are Gods way of reminding us to laugh at ourselves sometimes!
Dovey
hehehe, humble pie for dinner. we've all had some of that!
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