Thursday, July 25, 2013

Shit my kids say part 5...

Okay, so if you know me at all, you'll know I don't tend to take life too seriously. Actually, I'm one of those people that jokes—all the time, and yes, even at times when I probably shouldn't. It's like that line from the Bare Naked Ladies song... I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral...

So I'm certain it's no surprise that sarcasm is huge with me. I know, I should probably have tried harder to shun my kids from one of my few virtues (see, there it is again) but alas, I guess I won't be winning mother of the year again this year. Needless to say, my kids have picked it up nicely. Here is a brief example with my youngest son, Jared...

Background info… I'm laying on my bed, on my stomach reading on my iPad, 'cause yeah, that's comfy, when a weird noise sounds outside. I wonder if the garbage truck is coming or maybe they're sweeping the roads. Jared is sitting in a chair mumbling about me needing to let him have the super nice work chair—right, like I don't know the boys will trash it. And here's the quick conversation…

Me: What's the hell is that noise outside?

Jared: (Looks out the window) It's a truck.

Me: What's it doing?

Jared: (gives me that teenage boy exasperated look) It's moving.

Me: You're an ass.

Jared: Love you, too.

Me: You have learned well, young padawon… my work here is nearly complete.

This is my life. And yes, I was proud:)

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