My boys went through a phase where, "What the heck" was heard 490 times a day. Then the big boys began ending, what the... with words that were, UNFRIKINACCEPTABLE! (where do they get their potty mouths from?) After an explosion or twenty from Boy Mom they settled on saying, "What the..." leaving all the alternative words off the ending. Fortunately we are about through the, What the... phase, thank heavens, there is nothing like walking through the grocery store with a three year old, yelling, "Mom, what the..." about every item I place in the cart.
Blogging, as usual, changed my perspective and I decided it made a great title for Friday posts, about things that make you go, WHAT THE...
So, after that introduction, here is this weeks Friday, What the...
I head out the door to pick up #6 at 12:05PM, his kindergarten class lets out at, yep, you guessed it, 12:05 PM. I was in a bit of a hurry and #7 announced he was going with me because he had shoes on, he also had on a shirt and underwear which is WELL! dressed for him, so I figured why not, I didn't have time to argue or find pants.
We pull up in front of the school, most of the kindergarten kids are gone, no #6, I can see that the door to his class room is open and figure he'll look out soon and see us, so we wait. After four or five minutes with no #6 I have a dilemma, I can't very well, haul #7 in to the school to look for his brother, they frown on undies only at our elementary school, plus, I recall having a dream or two about being at school in only my underwear, don't want to traumatize the poor thing. I can't just leave him in the car because leaving your 4 year old alone, in your car, on a winters day, in a t-shirt, Super-hero undies, and croc's is just screaming for Child Protective Services to come a'calling.
I sigh, wondering what to do. From the back seat #7, wonders aloud, "Where is #6, did someone eat him alive?"
Where do they come up with this stuff?
#6 walked out the door 20 seconds later.
Note to self: Consider pants and therapy for #7