What do you do when your child comes up to you and says, and I quote, "Mom, I'm compstipated." Do you laugh? Should you be concerned? Should you hide the smile that is very probably growing wider on your face as you look at his innocent one?
Phew. I only wonder, I CAN only wonder, I cannot even begin to imagine what this child of mine has in store for us. Because good Lord, we all know compstipation hurts like nothing else. The pain he must be in will cause all kinds of other ramifications for sure....
As the world turns, we have the days of our lives and I will try to memorize it all. Ahem, I mean, I guess that's why I'm keeping up with this. THIS is my memorization.
ps... he was not most definitely not 'comstipated' he was just using a new word he heard somewhere along the way. don't be alarmed that I did not take him seriously, the impish look and veritable twinkle in his eye told me he was totally 'playin' me
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.
1 comment:
ROFL that is very very funny indeed. Boys gotta love'em.
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