I have a 12 year old sitting in the yard at a card table yelling "Baseball cards and toys for sale" to no one.
I have a 9 year old in here trying to decide how to make money. Maybe he could clean people's houses. His friend's house is really dirty. Maybe his parents would pay me. Or maybe I could get paid to teach babies how to walk.
My 14 year old with the lowest amount of body fat is walking around in a muscle shirt. I said, "OOOoh, Ricky, walking around thinking he's sexy." He said, in his low voice, "But Mom, I AM!"
My daughter who was in Detention all week is happy as a lark. Has a friend here and was giddy and cheerful all through supper.
I'm not trying to figure any of it out.
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