Monday, September 5, 2011
The kid ain't right... We've always known that.
Some of the things that come out of his mouth make me wish I could be inside his mind for a day. Maybe even just a couple of hours. More than that, and I believe I'd be haunted for life.
Recently, as I was doing the usual (pointless) pick-up routine, Hail passed by me in the living room, on his way to further destruction in a room I had just finished cleaning, I'm sure. As he strutted by, he slowed down only for a moment to say, without reservation, "That one's named Indie, and that one's Ana."
He pointed to each one of my boobs as he said this.
Then, he kept walking.
Maybe I breastfed him too long?? He's the only one who made it a whole year. Like I said, the kid ain't right.