In case anyone needs a quick Monday morning pick me up, I just went in to to wake Ted up to go to school, and he was lying in his bed making armpit farts. Cause he is seven and a boy.
So in his brain (I guess) he is all ho diddle dee dum how do we meet the week yawn zzzz how about with some nice armpit farting? Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. And of course he giggles.
And of course the worst is that I am almost 39 and his mother and I am giggling like a ten year old boy. So it's like who can blame him. I am the worst when it comes to being taken seriously.
I mean, I have some mature genes, through no fault of my own they somehow just ended up growing in me. But mostly my immature genes are sitting right up front in boa feathers just waiting for showtime when they can tap dance across the stage singing, I just gotta be me!
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