Um, okay. Why didn't I move the Wii up to the attic years ago and then I could have stayed in shape just by running up and down the millions of stairs. Oh, cause stairs are a death trap. Sigh. Always something, Bloggy.
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Apparently all of my children can talk. Isn't that great? Who knew? The problem is.... I don't think they will EVER STOP. There are three players in this game called Mom is My Biggest Fan, and it is like three beings have absolutely no idea that it is NOT just me and the being. There are other beings. That are chirping all at that SAME TIME. Holy smokes.
Ted's is a robotic kind of mom mom mom I have to tell you something while Helen's is more of crooning well excuuuuuuuuuse me for living attitude. And then E chimes in and she is the clincher. Because her brain is smaller and has only one mission and that is to get mom to answer me. So she will seriously say the word mom over and over again... fast, slow, sideways and wearing feathers. She has absolutely no concept of repetition. It's like every time she says it is the FIRST time she has said it.
The three of them have pretty much started their own a capella group.
Mom I have to tell you something.....mommomomomom.....
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