
I knew that it was bad news when Ethan woke me up with the phrase
"I was doing a science experiment..."
Be forewarned, all you moms of boys out there - this is not good news.
He finished the sentence with a run-on:
"...and-now-i-can't-get-the-gum-off-the-tv-i-tried-everything!"
Right smack dab in the middle of the tv, I found a gigantic blob of gum.
On the table next to the tv he had his "tools" for fixing the blob: spatula, butter knife and potato peeler.
I got the gum off the tv but the scratches will be there forever.
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A lady with very short hair, glasses and a ball cap walked in to Chick-Fil-A,
Ethan looked puzzled and asked, "Mom. {points at her} Why is that man wearing a purse?!"
I prayed she didn't hear and told him that sometimes women like short hair and that he shouldn't yell out things like that - they're better left unanswered or whispered.
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"Mom, bad dream volcanoes make red dream bubbles; good dreams come from volcanoes with green dream bubbles. I only like the green bubbles even though my favorite color is red."
Can't make this stuff up, folks. Ha!
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We have finally arrived at the days where Ethan thinks that running away will solve all of his problems. Today he threatened to run away to baseball practice (which isn't till tomorrow) to escape my tyranny of "no tv while getting ready for school".
It's a rough life.



