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Ah, featured whiners. A throwback to the simpler days when Secret Spineless Whine was just a fledgling website, undiscovered by the Russian mafia. This one comes courtesy of Holly over at June Cleaver Nirvana. Give her a big SSW welcome and maybe she'll stick around and animate something for us.
My husband has claimed that a man's maturity peaks around age 6 and then plateaus.
WHY? I don't get it, but here is proof...
My boys were in the bath the other night and my 5 year old wouldn't stop playing with himself.
Yep, he wouldn't stop playing with himself.
I mentioned that he should stop. Yet he continued.
I played the girl card by saying, "Mommy is a girl and doesn't want to see that..."
Yet he continued.
I finally said firmly, "REALLY, PLEASE STOP!"
Yet he continued.
He then looked up at me and said simply, "Mom. It is my remote control."
Profound much?
Of course the three of them didn't look very profound running up and down the upstairs hallway making driving noises while clutching their joysticks a few minutes later.
Holly normally whines about her adventures raising three boys on June Cleaver Nirvana. She has decided not to write about super embarrassing things about her boys on her blog where family, friends and teachers might read it. Of course, she didn't say she wouldn't write about them elsewhere...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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I suppose if I had my own remote control, I might play with it, too. Maybe. Boys. I just don't get them.
In Gremlin's first ultrasound picture, his hand was on his penis. In utero. Before he was even born.
Bwahahahaha! My son has called it a "torpedo" but never used it to steer himself places. I'm sure that's coming. Heaven help me.
How right he is.
Holly's boy has eeire insight into the future! LMAO
Oh, wow. That is classic.
*snort*
Boys and their toys.
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