My sister took Adam last night so that Ismael, otherwise known as the oppossum, and I could venture out in the evening hours. Together. To eat a meal and see a movie. Something that happens about as often as the solar eclipse.
True to form, my son waited until dinner time, sat at Judy’s table, and proceeded to engage his cousins in what Judy later described as “a game called what dirty word can I contribute.” Erin (4 years old) and Adam were the main participants while Ryan (kindergarten) laughed so hard he nearly puked. As expected, Adam’s main contribution was “penis.” Erin’s was more varied with the preschool usuals of “butt and fart” with a “damn it” to frost the cake.
Ahh…thanks for babysitting Judy. Want to do it again??
In other news, my little blog is being inundated with SPAM messages. My personal favorite this morning informed me that my blog was disappointing and I was whiny. Well yes sir! I am whiny! Thanks for playing along.
As much fun as it is to wade through 73 SPAM messages every 3 days, I decided to enable registration in order to comment. I’m sorry if it creates a hassle for anyone, though it probably won’t affect most of my readers as you comment on my Facebook page instead of my blog anyway, which is just fine by me! Far be it from me to whine.