Sunday, May 31, 2015

Taking your children to a skate park is absolutely the least relaxing way to spend your time.
I swear, my children have a roster coordinating which one of them hates which meal to avoid them all liking the same meal at the same time.


Bedtime chats with Boy 9:
Boy: "I don't like girls, girls have cooties."
Me: "No they don't."
Boy: "Yes, they do."
Me: Who told you that?
Boy: "It's ONLINE!"


It seems a cruel joke that I'm now having to endure songs by Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys all over again, but this time as "old school." Ah, the joys of having a teenager in the house.

Is there something in my nose?


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