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He Needs To Make Some Friends. STAT!

This afternoon, the boy came downstairs and I asked him what he was doing up there for so long (being so quiet)(and you parents know how dangerous that can be). Usually he's reading a book or snooping around for my DS because I've banned him from playing Animal Crossing since he chops down all the trees and changes the time so that there a bajillion* weeds to pull. Don't laugh at me. It's a pain in the ass pulling all those damn weeds! Anyway, the boy? Upstairs? Being too quiet?

He was talking to Satan.

Apparently the boy felt the need to tell him some things. For instance? He told Satan that he (Satan) will die. He will be killed. He will not survive.

Also? The boy said he called him some naughty words. He said he called him the :::whispering::: eff word mommy. I asked him to whisper it in my ear. Swore to him that he wouldn't get in trouble this time for telling me.

He called him f@ckin'. Nothing after it. Just f@ckin'. Isn't that the equivalent of a dangling participle or something?

We need to work on that grammar.

I have said it before and I'll say it again, my son would absolutely love GoonSquadSarah's boy.

* bajillion? not a word. bazillion, however, is an acceptable word.

Comments

The two of them need to get together.

They can curse at real and/or imagined deities and/or devils together.

It would be fun for the whole family.

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