I Share Genetics With These People
I have seven grandchildren.
I love every one of them to pieces.
However, sometimes I wonder who they are…
Oldest daughter and I are on the phone, chatting about the upcoming Supreme Plate (can’t say the *real* name here, lest I want to get sued…because we all know that millions of lawyers for the NFL are watching this blog right now waiting for me to slip up. To them I say, ‘Neener..Neener’.) this Sunday. I hear smoochie noises in the background, and then….
Daughter: Son, are you making out with yourself in the mirror?
5-yr. old Son: *giggling*Yes, mama I am! *more giggling*
And then there was the time my baby girl and her oldest were at the grocery store, in the produce aisle….
5-yr. old Daughter: Mama! I just farted on the fruit!
Baby Girl: (without even looking up) Don’t fart on the fruit, honey.
Who needs a sitcom when you’ve got kids?