Monday, November 29, 2010

Again with the genetics

My son had an All About Me poster due today. We've had it for weeks. In a shocking turn of events I just remembered it last night and we were still working on it this morning, but that's not what this is about.

This is about his answers to the All About Me questions.

Not all of them. Just two of them. His acceptable answers were:

Favorite food: Chocolate chips
Favorite book: Anything about Cheetahs
Place I'd like to go: Hawaii
Thing I like to do: baseball

The two that caused me to make my "where have I failed as a mother" face were:

What I want to be when I grow up: A newspaper deliverer. So that I can always live at home with my mom and never have to move out.


Something you might not know about me: I really love my mom. I love to sleep with her.

I didn't let him answer that last one like that. I think I made him wonder what he had said wrong, though. The way that I buried my face in my hands and shook my head back and forth while moaning might have given him that impression. Hopefully I fixed it when I forced a sweet smile and said that he was a little angel, but how about we just tell them that you have a dog named Max?

Oh, my boy, I know I'm full of pure awesomeness, but that doesn't mean that you can stay with me forever. Someday, you'll have to find you're own super hot amazing woman to marry. Somebody not named Mom.


Melanie said...


Kaila said...

... truly. Horrible.

jlcumber said...

The picture! The PICTURE! OMGOSH! I love it!

Sam said...

Oh man. That's the best thing I've read in days. :)