Tomorrow is 7’s birthday, which will make him 8 (for those of you who have problems with basic math). And seeing as I recently wrote a post for my youngest son on his birthday, sharing with the world (the world = 12 followers) his crazy and highly informative thoughts, I figured it was only fair to do the same for my first born. So, Happy Birthday 8!!
Talking about The Voice, and the brother duo on the show:
The one guy is a really good singer, but the other one isn’t as good. He’s just there to attract the ladies.
Talking to his brother, 5, about his hat:
No, not like that! You have to turn it to the side.
5 turns his hat to the side.
That’s good. Now you’re a man.
I’m going to do something for earth day, to make the earth a better place. I’m going to stop farting, so the air is less stinky.
While that is a lovely (albeit smelly) sentiment, I’m not holding my breath for that to happen. Although, maybe holding my breath is the best option.
An interesting tidbit of learning, provided by our local educational establishment, i.e. 2nd grade:
Did you know that when Christopher Columbus sailed over towards the Bahamas, he said, “these are some ugly looking mermaids” about the manatees? He wrote that in his diary.
I was opening a bottle of wine, and the cork popped out:
Whoa! Is there a note in there?
Hubs: The sunset is really pretty.
8: Yeah, it’s 50 shades of grey out there!
I feel like I should be concerned that he is even aware of that title’s existence. Is my son really a middle-aged sexually frustrated woman?
8: Tru dat, tru dat. Giggle tru giggle dat.
Me: What? Where did you hear that?
8: Mom. In real life, that means “true that.”
Me: Thank you for educating me, my son.
Keeping in real up here in da hood, yo.
8: Mommy, today at the park, I heard a boy say a very bad word.
Me: What kind of very bad word?
8: The kind that starts with a Shhhh.
Me: Oh, that IS a very bad word.
8: Yeah, and it ends with I.T.
Me: You know if you ever say that, you will be in big trouble, right?
8: Oh yeah, I know.
But apparently spelling of bad words is just fine. I guess it’s better than him flinging the F word around the house.