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. 

6 thoughts on “loverboy

  1. TitanKT

    “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…


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