Yep, that’s his I Heart Bacon T-shirt. In my defense, school pictures were on a Wednesday this year and I’m on a bus for work by 6:20am on Wednesdays. {Bus? Did someone say bus? I’m pretty sure I just threw my husband under it.}
I told CC that if we wanted #5 to wear a decent shirt for school pictures next year, he would have to be the adult here because I already blew it. I couldn’t keep a straight face when I pulled this out of the envelope.
#5 came home from school last week holding an ice pack to his eye.
I asked him what happened and he told me about some game they were playing where the boys were zombies and the girls were trying to keep them away, and he got kicked in the eye because zombies couldn’t go up on the blacktop. Apparently, zombies only crawl on the ground in this game.
He wanted to know if he was going to have a black eye. He isn’t incredibly brave and sounded frightened about it. I took a look and couldn’t lie.
“Yes, ” I said. “I think so.”
“Cool!” He said. “Black eyes make you look tough.”
He was bummed when, in fact, it didn’t become a black eye. A few days later he came into our room and said this:
“I have new words to live by. You know how I got kicked in the eye? Well, we were outside because we did good. We worked hard and got extra recess. So now I say, sometimes hard work pays off, and sometimes it comes back and kicks you in the face.”
Julie over at Go Guilty Pleasures is running a contest and this is my video entry for it. I love her blog- it’s very informative and thought provoking packed full o’ chipmunks. What’s better than that?
Here are her contest rules:
1 – Tell everyone who you are, why we should care, and what your silliest guilty pleasure is.
2 – Incorporate my favorite word: heinous.
3 – Oh yeah, you only have 30 seconds. (Because every game is funnier when the clock is ticking.)
In the comments section she said we could use our favorite word instead of hers. My favorite word (today) is inappropriate.
I enlisted the help of #5 to make the video and then we watched it.
#5: I don’t sound like that!
Me: Yes you do.
#5: How come the computer did that? It got my voice all wrong.
Me: You sound great!
#5: It’s all weird!
Me: Dude. At least you’re in tune.
#5: What do you mean?
Me: Didn’t you hear my voice crack at the end? I’m like, in a whole other key.
#5: I don’t like it.
Me: I promise you, I look like way more of an idiot than you do. You look cute. I look pathetic.
#5: Really?
Me: Really. You’re good. You’re a nine-year-old boy. Therefore, everything you do is awesome. I’m a thirty-nine-year old woman. Therefore, most of what I do is just sad.
#5: {looks skeptical}
Me: Can I use it to enter the contest?
#5: What’s the prize?
Me: I dunno. Something awesome. Maybe a chipmunk.
#5: Okay then. You can use it.
The fact that I am willing to post this video on the internet should tell you how bad I love this particular guilty pleasure.
Is he awesome or what? Are we going to beat Renée’s entry?
JM Randolph, accidentalstepmom 