When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. (wait that’s not a cliche is it…)
This is the first day of the rest of your life.
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
Etc.
π
Jack: Can I sleep for a hundred hours tomorrow?
me: Of course. Maybe then you won’t get up on the wrong side of the bed.
Jack: But I always get up on THIS side of the bed. (points to the side NOT against the wall)
me: It’s just a saying, sweetie. It’s called a cliche.
Jack: Why?
me: It just means that everyone says it and it really doesn’t mean anything. Sort of.
Jack: Then why say it?
me: I just meant that sometimes you wake up cranky.
Jack: Then just say that.
me: Don’t get your undies in a knot.
Jack: What?
me: That’s another one.
Jack: Stoppit.
I love your brilliant blog and your interactions with your son. What an incredible relationship. Thanks for the ongoing delights and laughs!
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Thank you so much! I hope I can continue to entertain. (pressure pressure) π
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With a kid like that and a personality like yours, it’s pretty much a no-brainer. π
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Thanks again! (cheeks hurting from smiling)
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