I am sitting here fooling around with my blog template. The Oldest is reading quietly (he's reading The Whipping Boy) in the room with me. Suddenly he passes gas. It was a doozy. There was a long dramatic pause as I pretend to not hear what he just inserted into the room with a loud thunder. Next I hear this: "Mom I just tooted. Shouldn't you get out of the room?"
I hold in my laughter and look at him out of the corner of my eye. He looks at me openly and blatently and gives me a look like, "Well, it's YOUR decision" and he rolls back over on his back to continue reading.
This is a true story.
To further gross you out, I did NOT leave the room. I am the only female here. I will not be ousted from my comfy abode by a stinky (but adorable) little boy. Just who's in charge around here anyway?
J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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