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Speaking of…

By Marisa | February 18, 2007

What was I thinking again? Oh, yeah!

Children. They drive us crazy, no? Of course, just as we drove our parents crazy, whether we admit it now or not. But while my 15 year old is moaning about a sore throat and wanting me to hold him even though he’s almost a foot taller than me, he’s really a good kid. And Maggie makes me crazy when she insists on reading one of her silly quizes to me out of her teen magazines (What would you rather eat, a dirt sandwich or a worm omelet?) but she’s such a sweet girl most of the time.

Okay, so some of the things my kids have done have been much worse than that. I mean, the police know me and the inside of my home. Nevertheless, I ‘m going to make a point of not complaining about my children so much any more. They could be so much worse. Case in point:

Thank you, God, that this is not my kid

Topics: Life, Weird, Humor, Kids |

4 Comments

1. Lisa (8 comments.) on 18.02.2007 at 11:22 (Reply)

   Ooh…do you think he’s single??

2. Julie (6 comments.) on 18.02.2007 at 12:24 (Reply)

   You know, I am all for piercings and tattoos but that is just straight out of a horror movie!

3. Beth (1 comments.) on 18.02.2007 at 15:15 (Reply)

   OMG, I have seen some freaky things but that’s one of the tops. Glad he’s not mine either. Can you imagine going through airport security with him? LOL

4. Loretta (30 comments.) on 18.02.2007 at 18:36 (Reply)

   Ouch the forehead! Those had to hurt. Can you imagine if one of those got infected? Ew. Just ew.

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