Her Highness recently informed me that she's been praying EVERY SINGLE NIGHT for a baby sister.
Should I be concerned?
My kids LOVE "30 Minute Meals" with Rachel Ray. One day, Rachel had on a very low cut top... make that most days. While she was chopping chives, Thunder noticed her wardrobe, and hoped for a malfunction. "Momma, I can see she's (his pronouns are horrible) boobies!" To which I replied, "No you can't! Quit that nonsense now." A few moments later, while Rachel was stirring a pot of soup, he said, "What if her shirt fell off into that soup. Then I could see she's boobies!" He is only four years old. Should I be concerned?? Later that night when I was telling Bert about Thunder's obsession with Rachel Ray's "boobies" Bert simply stated, "She is pretty cute." Seriously, should I be concerned?
Lightning has insisted on wearing a "stuper-huro" shirt and underwear for nearly three months straight. If I don't have both, a clean shirt and pair of underwear ready for him each day, he has a complete meltdown. He has spent much of his time in a full Spider-man costume, mask and all. My Mom tried to help with this obsession and bought him a Spider-man jacket and Batman shoes over the weekend. He now wants to sleep in the shoes. Should I be concerned??
Hail, at 16 months old, couldn't care less about his parents' discipline tactics. Earlier this week he stood on the kitchen table, looked straight at Bert and me and said, "Awww dun." (All done.) Then, threw a glass on the floor and broke it... for the third time in two weeks. As Bert headed towards the table, he stated "You are going to get a spankin'. You did that on purpose." Hail then turned sideways, so we could see his profile, placed his chubby little toddler hand on his chubby little toddler bottom, and patted it several times with a "na-na-na." HUGE smile on his face. Should I be concerned?
I have always been a huge day dreamer. I had all of my high school teachers fooled. I would stare right into their eyes, and nod occasionally, so they would think I was listening. All while I was day dreaming about how wonderful life would be as an adult: No school. Glamorous career. World traveler. Cocktails on the beach. I now find myself day dreaming, as The STORM does further damage to the backyard, I drink a cocktail on the patio, just to sedate myself long enough to accept this career as glamorous and the fact that I am a world traveler, but it is as the chauffeur to my five year old who has a better social life than me.
Should I be concerned??