Oh, yeah, she doesn't watch it on the TV. She watches it on my wife's iPad. She rarely even looks at the TV, unless music is playing. Then she dances. It's adorable and reminds me why we had a kid.
Re: Re: Is It Friday? Drink Posting Meeting Place. The wife and I are going to have to take custody of a two year old next week because her mother got her third DUI and then punched a cop. Then the wife just texted me telling me that she is late on her period, by 10 days or some shit, FANTASTIC
Yep, nothing's cuter than when they dance or when they start talking. Or when they try to ride the dog like a horse. Basically having kids is awesome but it's hard. Thankfully the good days make up for the bad.
You have no idea how loud I am laughing. Go on, explain this to your kids. "Sometimes, when a man and woman love each other very much, they like to put each other's heads in the toilet and flush while pounding their sex organs... and that's how babies are made."
I'm curious about this. Did you spray the cords with the bleach so they tasted bad, or did you spray the kids with bleach when they chewed on the cords?
I just shook a can of dried beans at my cousin. Of course now he is afraid of vegetables and shits himself whenever he hears the slightest rustling noise.
Maybe that bleach has made my kids afraid of anything clean. It would explain the messiness. Why are they such nudists though? It takes all day to get them to put clothes on, which they shed twenty minutes later.
Re: Re: Is It Friday? Drink Posting Meeting Place. The kid doesn't like her socks, mine on the other hand.
Me, to my kid, in my mind: Why won't you fucking NAP! FUUUUUUUUCK!!! Me, to my kid, aloud: please nap? Please? Oh, great, you're popping now. Me, to my wife via text: I'm going to play poker and get drunk tonight, the kid is yours when you get home.
I can't go to the hospital with el husband anymore because the sick babies make me cry. Like, inconsolably. I don't know what's wrong with me. On the other hand, while in line together at the commissary yesterday, some heathen wouldn't stop yowling. I leaned into him and whispered, "Birth control."