A few other ditties, file under:
Life as I knew it is over
The baby is crawling out of his crib.
I'm wondering...as a writer who is attempting to make art with her blog, are there any grants available that would help me pay for, say, a screen door on that baby's bedroom and/or 20 hours a week of babysitting time and/or a foot massage?
Seriously, I'm asking.
9 year old's opinion of the current US President and/or The Mainstream Media made evident
6 year old: Two plus two is four.
9 year old: No it isn't.
6yo: Yes it is!
9yo: No. It isn't. Not anymore.
6yo: Yes it is! Two plus two is four!
9yo: No. Two plus two used to equal four. But the President changed the answer to three.
9yo: Yes. Really. Two plus two equals three.
6yo: Who told you that?
9yo: It was reported in the newspaper.
Things I Never Thought I'd Have To Say, and Which Will Definitely End Up In My Kids' Tell All Book
"From now on, I'm not asking if you have to pee. I'm telling you that you're going to pee. And you're going to pee. This past half hour has been nothing but a pee parade. If you remember nothing else of everything I've tried to teach you about life, remember this: when you have the chance to pee, take it."
That beat goes on.
[Okay, the woman playing guitar at 4:55? She's downright sexy mean with the axe . She makes Elvis "Tight camera shot above the hips" Presley look like an altar boy. Damn. Pardon my objectification of women, but she needs to be front and center.]