March 23, 2008
Steve and I are laying in bed reading with the kids in between us, when someone decides to pinch me.
Me: WHO is pinching me?!?!
(hysterical laughter from all three of them)
Me: Stop pinching me!
(PINCH!)
Me: All right, next pinch I’m going to start punching….in order of proximity!
Steve: Oh good! Cuz I’ll be gone by the time you get to me….
March 24, 2008 at 8:54 am
Your family is so violent…
March 24, 2008 at 8:54 am
He’d leave the kids to fend for themselves! LMAO! Big Baby!
March 24, 2008 at 9:03 am
Fab- I was being PINCHED! REPEATEDLY!
Candid- I still don’t know who was doing the pinching. It was probably him and he was throwing the kids under the bus!
March 24, 2008 at 8:05 pm
My husband blames the kids for all kimds of stuff…too bad for him they’re 4 years old and 5 weeks old respectively and make lousy scapegoats!
March 24, 2008 at 8:07 pm
My husband also tries to blame things on the children…too bad they are 4 years old and 5 weeks old respectively-they make lousy scapegoats!
March 25, 2008 at 9:52 am
I take it Steve doesn’t realize how fast a child can stramble away from a parent bent on revenge. Most men would end up with foot prints on their faces and/or privates if mom even twitched.
March 25, 2008 at 2:08 pm
Person- even when they might make a good scapegoat, the effort is transparent. lol
Colleen- Well, I have to say? Steve is damn fast. DAMN fast. Everyone in the dojo talks about his speed. It’s scary. Kids may be fast, but he’s faster. Sigh. If I’m going to get him, I have to be first on the draw. Cuz if I’m not? HOLY MOLY.