I apologize in advance for making you read this…but really, you must have this sneak peek into my world with four boys. And have compassion for me, for this is what I must live with.
(You know don’t you, that I wouldn’t trade my four boys with all their potty humor, light sabers, and wrestling matches for all the pink, fru-fru, sit down and color quietly girly-girls in the whole wide world?)
(How do you spell “fru-fru?”)
Anyway, yesterday, one of the boys was trying to figure out the name of that cheese…you know, the one that smells bad…?
And I suggested that he’s probably thinking of parmesan.
And he says, “Oh yeah. That’s it.”
“It totally smells like fried eggs with toot sauce.”
(Whoops of laughter…)
OH MY. I HAD to leave the room.
WHERE do they come up with these things?
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I don’t think I stopped laughing for at least 10 minutes. Seriously, 10 minutes.
And now I’m at it again and I can’t tyyyyype.
Well, I’ll leave you with that, and apologize again because I hope I didn’t ruin parmesan cheese for you forever.
Ah, thank you God for boys!
I soooo needed that. I read that little gem to Addy and she is laughing and laughing and laughing.
I’d read this to my boys, but I’m afraid I’d be hearing about it ALL DAY LONG. :-) Too funny, thanks for the laugh!
Oh, and I’m afraid…really afraid… for my daughter. I’d love for her to be a pink, fru-fru, sit down and color quietly girly-girl, but does she have a chance living with two older brothers?
Girls that sit quietly, what’s that?? My Mackenzie can’t sit still for a minute. And she also gets a kick out of her toots!