"Mommy!"
Ah, the delicate voice of my first born--raising in frustration.
"What, my beloved child? How may I be of service?"
Fine. So I paraphrased a little...
"Where ARE they?"
"Where are what, Sweet Carrier of My Genetics?
"My BALLS, Mommy! Where are they?!"
And that's when I left the room. And if I had said balls, they would have been laughed off.
4 comments:
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.....Oh, My Gosh that reminded me of when Tyler and Kailea were in the back of our truck having a conversation.
Tyler: Kailea, we are going to Dick's
Kailea: WE ARE, the one up the road?
Tyler: No, the Big One at the mall!
Kailea: OH, I LOVE BIG DICKS!
Enough said!
Thank you for listening when I said you needed to blog this one - it was too good not to share!
But where were his balls? Surely you had not hidden them?
teaching physical science to 8th graders, I have ample opportunities to make comments like, "don't play with your balls," "describe the balls," "if you hold the balls"...and so forth. I like to say these things with a straight face and look them in the eye like I'm daring anyone to laugh. They do.
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