Stop Busting My Chops, Kid!

E is such a love.  He’s snips and snails and puppy dog tails.  He’s a little boy and that’s what he’s made of.  He’s also opinionated and bossy and full of the saucy.  He gives me a hard time and makes me crazy.

That’s what moms are made of.  Crazy.  I am supermom.

Today he piped up from the backseat, almost an hour into our drive, “You’re ruining some of my favorite songs, mom.  Please stop now.”

Whatever, punk.  N had my back.  “I like the way mom sings.”

And that from a kid who cannot tolerate displeasing noises of any sort.  They tear up his soul and make his ears bleeeeeed!

I just finished changing my will and N gets it all.

Since this is Friday, I think I’ll wrap it up with an apology for Jeff.  We’ll make this a regular Friday thing.  Sorry I dropped your toothbrush on the bathroom floor yesterday, Jeff, and forgot to tell you.  Also, sorry I told E you weren’t always very helpful when you put the boxes into the car in the wrong order this morning.  I coped and no one died, so it was probably not such a big deal.

Happy Friday!


  1. Jeff said,

    October 8, 2011 at 12:13 am

    Be nice and I MIGHT tell you what I did to your toothbrush. Hugs and kisses.

    • Kim B. said,

      October 9, 2011 at 11:13 am

      That’s the bait toothbrush anyway. My real toothbrush is hidden in a class 1 cleanroom secret compartment in our house. Far away from germs and other icky stuff.

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