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Say What?

Can you believe these kids are 10 now? I just want to know where the hell that decade went. Sheesh.

I don't know that I can believe a quit smoking plan that was started by a guy who shares a name with this one.

I was listening to clips from Kidz Bop 398 the other day and discovered the kidlets singing a fabulous rendition of this gem.

The boy was acting out a scene from Spiderman 3 the other day (shocking, I know). He went up to his dad and said "I like the new look Spiderman". Then he pretended that Spiderman webbed his camera and he threw it across the room. He looked at his father, hands gesturing and said "What the hell?". Hard to argue with that when it is the dialogue he heard.

Someone asked me at work tonight if I suffer from SAD like so many of our customers appear to and I said no, I'm just a bitch. I'm all about the honesty.

That's all I've got today people. The boy and I have been having a rough week. 1/2 step forward, 2 steps back. It's frustrating. Today all three kids* were in a funk and just arguing and competing and getting ugly. Gah! Maybe they all have SAD too.

* There's no mystery child that I keep hidden away at home like some co-workers think when I bring her in with me. The third child my niece and she's quite possible the most behaved almost 4 year old I've ever met. She has her moments of course but for the most part? She's easy peasy. Then I look at my two. HA!


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