Mommy feels like she should start singing Christmas tunes. Actually, one particular tune. The Partridge in a Pear Tree song but with new lyrics.
On the first week of November,
the street curb gave to Jonah,
a fat bloody lip.
One the first week of November,
a hairbrush gave to Jonah,
a small black eye,
and the curb, a fat bloody lip.
On the first week of November,
something unknown gave me,
another bloody lip,
Jonah a small black eye,
and he also got a fat, bloody lip.
So Mommy realizes that the lyrics don't fit exactly right...but we'll cut her a little slack. After all, if we have to go grocery shopping any time soon, she's going to be getting some VERY strange looks and double-takes.
4 comments:
time for the rubber room. to the batcave..Oh wait wrong superhero..
Hey Dylan and Jonah..Ya need to take it easy buds...Slow down a little. Save some for when Daddy is home alone with ya. Mom's got her share.
I forgot to tell you on Monday - Jonah was telling me how much he really likes those ice packs that the sports guys have - he was really hoping for some, but is having difficulty figuring out how to get them, since you have no sharp corners in your house (kitchen island, excepted).
I think he wants to look "cool" and define himself as a tough guy - at least that was my impression. Maybe you could buy him some ice packs? Or maybe even a full first aid kit from Costco - one of those huge ones with copious amounts of weird stuff that no one ever really uses?
Just a thought........
Meril
Hi Meril,
We have the ice packs on the list. But honestly, I'm too afraid to take the kiddos out. Do you blame me?
Kristy
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