Spin tucked Stink into bed tonight, but I had a nagging feeling he hadn’t met his raw food quota for the day so I snuck him some late-night apple slices.
Go ahead. Call me a bad mother or shut up.
So we were having this sweet, sweet moment all aglow his white-trashy colored-light-strung bunk bed, and he goes, “Mom, I love you a lot. You mean so much to me.”
(insert dramatic pause for the collective ‘awwwwwww’)
(insert second dramatic pause to accept accolades pat myself on the back for raising an exceptional child thus far)
“No, I really mean it,” he went on, “You’re right here (fist pound on his heart) with warheads and Katy Perry.”
WTH?
If anyone can explain, please – as my pride plummets – the floor is yours.
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That’s quite high praise from a boy his age. Seriously. Take what you can get.
I love that boy too.
He is right up there with my Keurig coffee pot and egg nog. Really.
At least he said SOMETHING. Right?
Stink is trying to tell you he loves you in his grown up hip funky and fresh kinda way. Just be glad he wasn’t beating on his chest like Celine Dion telling his heart will go on and on and on and on.
Take the compliment – as awful as the comparison sounded – cuz it gets worse. Just wait ’til he has his first “serious” girlfriend. You’ll matter even less then. I’d call her a little hussy – but I like her too much. Drats.
LOL! Kids always know just what to say to make us feel wonderful and terrible in the same instant.
-FringeGirl
I think it means you’re cool. Or kinda’ trampy. Or sour? Not sure what I was trying to say now.
Hilarious!
So is he saying that you are cool or trampy? Because I can’t figure out which it is.