Jack: (hocking up snot into his mouth)
me: Gross! Why don’t you just save that for a snack and chew it later?
Jack: I already do that with my belly button lint!
He just totally out-grossed me
I started this blog when Jack was only 5 years old! And, still, I can't make this sh*t up!
Sh*t My 17-Year-Old Says 
Ugh
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Oh please, you were 8 once! ha ha! I’m sure you have stories! Or at least your parents do…
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I only have a daughter and she is 26. I can hardly remember the stories from when she was that age, let alone the 19th century when I was that age. 😀
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I could have a 26 year old daughter! Sigh…
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Really? You don’t look old enough. Er, sound old enough–I mean, your narrative voice, oh you get know what I mean. 😉
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Immaturity runs in my family! Bahaha! I’ll post a photo of myself. You’ll see. 🙂
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Oh. My. Gawd…
You should save some of yours and offer it up to him next time. Teach him who’s the boss!! haha…
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EWWWWWW! But yeah I do have to teach him…ha ha ha !!
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He has to be kidding, right???
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Sigh, if only…
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