I hope everyone had a safe and fun 4th of July.
We lucked out and could view the huge fireworks show from our front porch. We were at a distance, but we could still see them quite well.
I have crack-head callous fingers from lighting off 4 dozen colored smoke bombs for Wee One with an itty, bitty cigarette lighter I found in the junk drawer.
Wee One isnt all that fond of the loud fireworks, so we stuck to the tame stuff and left all of the loud crackers to his older brother and father.
Gasp-my blog is R-rated. Who woulda thought?
Recently, I have been doing a very good job of controlling my potty mouth. Unlike Wee One who’s vocabulary needs an over-haul should he ever get into pre-school and off the waiting list. Here are some of his new sayings:
“what the hells that?”
“are you listening to me?”
“I can so do it”
and my all time favorite….
“momma’s crabby, stay away from her”
Where did Wee One’s little ears hear such sayings?
Not from my mouth.
I have a feeling Wee One picked them up from his older brother, his older brother’s buddies, and his very own father.