i LOVED this column and it has come up in no less than four recent conversations. I can't bear impolite children, and I actually said to a friend the other day, "I don't mind if [my unborn child] grows up to be a stripper, as long as she's a really polite stripper." Joking of course. Sorta...
a good chance for me to brag....one of our 2 year olds first words he used on a regular basis and still says all the time is...Thank You....yep, that's right, he'll pitch an enormous fit to get what he wants but once he gets it he very politely says Thank You in the sweetest little voice.....
As my mom's obsession with my allegedly expanding waistline had replaced her obsession with my (not) seeking employment at Google, so must I: the blog has a new, updated title.
My relationship with my parents, while loving, is fraught, but most importantly, funny (or so I've been told).
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i LOVED this column and it has come up in no less than four recent conversations. I can't bear impolite children, and I actually said to a friend the other day, "I don't mind if [my unborn child] grows up to be a stripper, as long as she's a really polite stripper." Joking of course. Sorta...
a good chance for me to brag....one of our 2 year olds first words he used on a regular basis and still says all the time is...Thank You....yep, that's right, he'll pitch an enormous fit to get what he wants but once he gets it he very politely says Thank You in the sweetest little voice.....
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