Sign #3 is of particular interest: if your child emphasizes the ‘right?’ at the end of his/her statement, take it as a sign that you are TOAST.
"What did you do at Scouts today?" "We did activities for Saint Matthew's day!" "You mean Saint Patrick`s day?" "Oh yeah! Saint Patrick! Do we celebrate him? Cause I know the other Saints!" One day, I pray that we all celebrate all of the Saints' days without regard to denominations. God bless other funny posts: https://www.mireillemishriky.com/rent-woes-life-coptic-boy/ Like the post? Please Share it! Get your copy today! Check out these Reviews on amazon! Books by Mireille Mishriky
While driving, on our way to a social, the following conversation ensued as he was reading street signs and Billboards: "Mommy, what does 'a louer' mean?" "It means: available for rent." "What does 'rent' mean?" "It means that you have to pay money to the owner of the building if you want to live in one of the apartments." "What! Does this man not know Jesus? He just wants to get rich?" I guess business-owner/entrepreneur can be eliminated (for now) as career options! Like the post? Please Share it! Get your copy today! Check out these Reviews on amazon!...
As a lifelong klutz, I am always in awe of anyone demonstrating the slightest coordination.
As documented in other Montreal Train Chronicles posts, there are some mighty coordinated people on the train.
Far be it from me to complain.
I am not complaining.
I am just relaying an incident and if you can detect a sound of big-girl sobs then it is purely your imagination!
“Mommy, why do we say ‘Mary Christmas’?”
“It is not Mary, it is Merry”, I explained.
It was hard to carry on the negotiations as I was also battling voices in my head: “let him have it, it is just $2” , “it is the principal, would I buy it if it cost more?”, “why deny him a small treat?” “no, if you give in now, you will always give in”, “what harm will it do, it will make him so happy”, ” he should understand that he will not always get what he wants in life”, ” he is only a child once”.
«Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to bid farewell to our dearly departed dishwasher. She stopped functioning peacefully after a long and happy life full of hot water, suds and memories of delicious meals. In lieu of flowers, we ask that you help with the dishes.»
Moment of hesitation before my heretical statement, “No, it is not real.”
Hmmm, mind racing, chest compressed by stress and a lump in my throat is accumulating as I try to determine if Starscream was a victim of my efficient but secret system of toy management: