i love the mornings when my boys crawl into bed with me. just think, two of the cutest little boys ever created laying next to me, cuddling. there is nothing sweeter. but then they start talking and the sweetness is gone. this morning i aksed ethan if he wanted a robot for christmas. he says “heck no”. so i tell him how cool it is because you can tell the robot what to do… this is the conversation that follows.
andrew “yah, you can tell him to grab his balls”
ethan *giggle* “yah, i’ll say, touch your nards you stupid robot”
andrew “or you can say pick your butt”
ethan “yah, pick your butt and smell your fingers”
andrew “hahaha, yah, and what if he has poop on his chonies because he didn’t wipe good.”
me “THAT’S IT, OUT OF MY BED, I’VE HAD ENOUGH”
boys.
then they grow into men and instead of nards and balls, it’s tubesteak and fur burgers.
hey, but at least i don’t have to deal with growing boobs and periods, right?
oh, don’t give up hope. your boobs can still grow…
oh, you meant them, huh…
And they also grow up to be perverts and think that all women want is their tits to be sucked and hear how hard they are 😉
mmmmm….furburgers….
mmmmm…..sweetpatootiepie….
mmmmm….cherry creme danish…..
mmmmm….nipple lick…..
shit…is that the vibrator buzzing?
meat names and genitalia DO NOT MIX. makes me sick thinking about it.
and y, if you called, sorry i missed it. i was on the phone dealing with shhhiiiitttt (see blog post).
dayum hoopty!!! i have to admit, that got me a little horny hungry. i think i want a ding dong now, mmmmmm cream filling
heh…i thought i was the only one who called them nards. Your kids are the coolest.
God, these so sound like my kids. We call ’em “nads” around here lol
you call kids “nads”?