What's it like in a house full of boys (there are only 2 - but it seems like there are many more)? The video tells a small part of the story... but then there are the conversations.
Noah (10): "I just realize I went to the store with no shoes on. They didn't even notice."
(Right, how'd he just realize he walked a block with no shoes on - but I digress)
Me: "You lucked out. There are usually signs 'No shirt, no shoes, no service.'"
Noah : "OK. So next time I can go in with no pants on."
I walked in on this breakfast conversation:
Noah: "Remember when I jumped and fell on my nuts?"
Me: "Whoa, you don't really need to be using that term..."
Genesis (13): "Yeah... I don't want to hear that - I'm sitting here trying to eat my biscuits"
Noah & I (never mind my age): "Huh? What does THAT mean?!"
Genesis: "I don't know. I really don't know... I just don't want to hear about your nuts"
Tucking the boys into bed with big sentimental hugs...
Me (to my 10 year old): "You're gonna always be my No-ee, is that OK with you?"
Me (to my 13 year old): "And Genesis, you know you're gonna always be my Gen-a-boo, right?"
Genesis: "Yep. And I'll be someone else's Sexy Beast."
Yeah - they're crude, inappropriate, and funny... and they're all mine... well ... OURS. They are all ours (I'm gonna say they got this wildness from my husband)
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