Thursday, February 16, 2006

Life in the fast lane


1. The Boy likes to be sung a lullabye before going to bed. The song he requests every night: Yankee Doodle.

2. The Boy was standing in front of the toilet trying to pee and said to me, "It's not coming. It's getting something to eat."

3. The Boy and I were watching the otters at the zoo today, and I said, "Look! See how it eats floating on it's back!" Then I realized the pink thing the otter had in its paws and was stuffing into its mouth was not food; he was giving himself a blow job.

3 Comments:

Blogger V said...

That made me snort out loud!

5:53 AM  
Blogger Phil said...

At least he wasn't on his knees.

9:53 PM  
Anonymous Michael said...

The lullaby could be worse. My little brother demanded that someone sing him The Christmas Song (Chestnuts roasting on an open fire... you know the one) every night until he was about 9 years old. Nine freaking years old.

"Chestnuts, mommy! Sing Chestnuts!"

To this day, I still know all the words.

At least Yankee Doodle is short.

-Michael

8:56 PM  

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