If my son could type, this is what he would blog about today:
6:30 a.m. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnnn! I'm not ready to get up. Oh man, there's that old lady again. Where's Mama going? WWWWAAAAAAAAHHHH!
12:30 p.m. Hey! It's Mama!! Mama! Mama! Why are you putting clothes on me? I hate clothes. I. Don't. Want. Clothes. I'll wiggle around and be a noodle so I don't have to get clothes on. Drat. She's stronger than me. Where are we going?
1:30 p.m. What's this room? It has a cool picture of a doggy thing on the wall. What's this padded bench thing? Ooooooh! Crinkly paper!
1:35 p.m. Who are you and why are you sticking that doohickey on my head? Yeah, you better run away.
1:40 p.m. Now who's this person? Why are you putting that cold thing on my chest? Get that thing outta my ear!! Oh, now you're gonna shine a light in my eye? Well, let me tell ya lady, I......are you taking my diaper off? DO. I. KNOW. YOU? Oh, now you're gonna run away?
1:42 p.m. Oh? Back for more forehead doohickey lady? Well, let me tell you, I've had just about enough of.........OH MY GOD! I just got stabbed in the leg. OH MY GOD! I just got stabbed in the other leg. Mama! Waaaaaahhhh! I want up! OH MY GOD! That bitch just stabbed me in the arm! Get me outta here, I'm under attack! OH MY GOD! She just got the other arm! You're not even trying to fight her off. Some mother you are.
2 comments:
Oh, poor baby!!!!!
But I want you to know.....
I must be a sick, terrible, human being.....
because I'm still laughing at this!!!!
Don't feel bad Mz, I wrote it, so I'm sure that puts me in the same category. :D
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