This morning I was giving the boys a once-over before I sent them out the door to school. I always check their fingernails, and today Nate’s were dirty. "Go scrub with the nail brush," I told him, "don’tcha know that no girl will be your girlfriend if you have dirty fingernails? In fact, clean hands in general are what we look for in a guy."
"Oh," he said, "I thought it would be clean lips." He puckered up. "I’m gonna put blood all over my lips. I don’t need a girlfriend."
Once they were gone, and the sleeping baby O was dropped off, I started baking. I’m bringing the baked goods to WoolfCamp this weekend, I am. I still have a couple more things to do, but I’m ahead of schedule so I am expecting some sort of major disaster to make up for that.
I will try and post from camp, if I can mooch off someone else’s computer. I haven’t got a laptop. Yet.
I’ll send you my laptop if you send me some of your baked goods! 😉
You’re going to have so much fun. Girl time and baked good. Perfect.
I’ll gladly let you mooch off my PowerBook.
You need a metal in superparentspecialness – you totally rock.
Oooo! That sounds really fun and cool and childless! Lucky you.
“Oh,” he said, “I thought it would be clean lips.” He puckered up. “I’m gonna put blood all over my lips. I don’t need a girlfriend.”
LMAO! You should’ve said, “Hey, as long as you’ve got fresh blood around, could I get that in writing?” Heheheheee…